"Life is the dancer and you are the dance."
— Eckhart Tolle

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Upstate New York poets united poetry pantry #27

I fell off my bicycle when I was six,
landing in a pile of abbreviated wireworms
that started crawling up my leg.
Sardonic banana skippers held hands
with black cherry fruit flies, laughing and sharing a joke.
In front of me was the mighty alfalfa blotch leafminer,
a strange neighbor who loves to talk nonsense
while extending all authority in its path.
Apple orchards aren’t places fit for pulling wheelies,
hoping aerial yellowjackets will hold you up
with their broken wings … they try to do their best.
An apple leafhopper wanted to come to my rescue …
he was busy eating peaches, a different diet than usual …
Someday I will go back there, I am just not ready yet.


process notes:
This writing exercise came from
http://www.facebook.com/murphywriting
http://www.facebook.com/topic.php?uid=164598330232746&topic=305
Check it out!
Posted by flaubert at 2:35 PM

17 comments:

  1. annell4January 30, 2011 at 3:26 PM

    All the little creatures you know? Amazing!

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  2. RJ ClarkenJanuary 30, 2011 at 3:33 PM

    What an insightful way of describing that one simple (and accidental) act. I have to think more on the usefulness of apple orchards, now,

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  3. Paul Andrew RussellJanuary 30, 2011 at 4:11 PM

    I was an avid (obsessed) gardener once. I really enjoyed reading this, Pamela. :-)

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  4. flaubertJanuary 30, 2011 at 4:22 PM

    Annell, not personally :)

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  5. flaubertJanuary 30, 2011 at 4:30 PM

    RJ, this was a writing exercise provided by a
    gentleman named Peter Murphy. He has writing retreats. You should check out his site on FB.

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  6. flaubertJanuary 30, 2011 at 4:31 PM

    Thanks Paul, I am glad you did:)

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  7. Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis HallJanuary 30, 2011 at 6:48 PM

    very vivid imagery,
    you make me feel the emotions...
    I grew up in countryside and used to ride bikes and fell as a kid..

    this piece hit home, outstanding job.

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  8. AnonymousJanuary 30, 2011 at 7:03 PM

    welcome join us tonight within an hour, have fun!
    Thanks for the inspirations and dedications..

    Happy Writing!

    ;)

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  9. MaryJanuary 30, 2011 at 9:32 PM

    Pam, I love the imaginative nature of this poem. I'm picturing the leaf hopper eating peaches!

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  10. flaubertJanuary 30, 2011 at 9:49 PM

    Mary, I enjoyed this exercise in writing. You should give it a try. Thanks!

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  11. flaubertJanuary 30, 2011 at 9:50 PM

    Jingle, I am working on a poem right now for potluck. I will submit tomorrow. Thank you:)

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  12. AnonymousJanuary 31, 2011 at 7:14 AM

    Hi from a deserter from Syracuse! Buggy there but good fishing!

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  13. Sherry Blue SkyJanuary 31, 2011 at 9:30 AM

    This poem reminded me of falling in a red anthill when I was little......thanks for the trip back:)

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  14. flaubertJanuary 31, 2011 at 10:59 AM

    booguloo I from the NYC and I lived for awhile on
    Long Island. I did visit upstate a lot. My brother has a summer house on Lake George.
    I loved going there during vacation.

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  15. flaubertJanuary 31, 2011 at 10:59 AM

    Sherry, well sounds like a bad experience. ouch!

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  16. PeggyFebruary 1, 2011 at 6:43 PM

    There is a real magical feel to this Pamela. Seems to be made of rainbow colors even though there is no real mention of color. I like this.

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  17. flaubertFebruary 1, 2011 at 6:53 PM

    Thanks Peggy it is an exercise from a writing coach Peter Murphy. The link is at the end of the poem.

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