finders keepers

about a book

there was a thunderless thunderclap

slung forth across the sky

for all to hear, regardless

of the acceptance

or perhaps lack thereof.

a flock of birds dove out of the way

skwaking "Gangway, M***********s!"

and losing a few feathers

in the process, startled as they were.

as the private jet finally

finished its flaming decent

there was a second thunderclap,

although it was a tad muffled,

the sound eminating

from the dirt this time.

among the flying desbris,

a small book, unseen by anyone,

and slightly burnt,

spun to the earth

on its own haphazard vector,

taking out two butterflies,

seven gnats, and a bumblebee

before coming to rest in a tall birch.

no one found it, and it remains

exactly where it fell that day,

patiently open and waiting

for only the spiders to read.

Reviews

[wolfkat93]

nice poem i liked it

[Emily B]

you have a curious mind and a unique style . . . when your work is full-grown you will do amazing things with poetry, maybe you should keep your work a little childish, there is a whole lot of wonder that resides there

only half of wonderful poetry is the inspiration, the rest of it comes from perspiration, it takes a lot of work to get there

[Mauricio Montoya]

losing a few feathers, lol, nice work.