I did a wee bit of revision on this piece (it's a poem on growing up). It is looking at things from a different angle. :)
photo by mensatic
image from morguefile.com
once, we picked wild fruits off trees,
our adolescent hearts neither feared heights nor ants,
or poisons, spitting out pits like bullets,
watching clouds in the blue sky morphing from warriors to bunnies.
today at the supermarket i am undecided,
we have fruits from Malaysia and China and Chile and
but is it cheaper elsewhere, will it mess with my gastritis?
the checkout queue is long, the faces are long, i will come back later.
This poem has only 8 lines, 4 in each stanza, but the formatting seems to mess it up. I have tried using a 'narrower' font here, hopes it displays better. :)
"Change is good. You go first."
Shared on Poetry Pantry #140 at Poets United.
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2013