Flying Five

Flying Five

A Poem by Jessica Gleason
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Another short and funny poem about my childhood.

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Flying Five
 
Encouraging false notions
Of wingless children
Soaring through the skies
            …is a poor decision on the parts of uncles everywhere.
 
At five
When rationality has no yet blossomed
Spoon-fed stories of my ability to fly
Effortlessly through the skies above
            …weren’t helpful.
 
Young mind, like a sponge
Eager to sop up any mess
Being spouted from anyone
            …wasn’t a good place to plant ideas.
 
On my day birth
In the fifth year of my life
An entire family over
Laughing, drinking, carrying brightly colored packages
Tied up with bows…
 
I climbed
--Arms outstretched
Ready to feel the breeze between my fingers
As I soared above
The heads of my party guests—
            To the top of the black plush arm
            Of the love seat
            And jumped
                        Off of the couches launch pad
And flew
            With swan-like grace
                        Into the coffee table
                                    With my head.
 
And an all expense paid vacation
To the emergency room
            Was my reward
                        For my first “Childhood flight”
And two swollen black eyes were the trophies I was
Allowed to carry with me

For the rest of the week..

© 2008 Jessica Gleason


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Jessica Gleason
Jessica Gleason

Lake Geneva, WI



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Jessica Gleason is simply a woman walking through life with words. Check out my website here, I've put up some of my writing! Yea! http://gleasonja25.tripod.com Hey Guys! I just wanted to let every.. more..

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