Weekend Assignment #105: Poetry in Motion

Weekend Assignment #105: Poetry in Motion :

One of my favorite poets would have to be Emily Dickinson.  I think her writings were written simply, and purely from the heart:

I Never Saw

I never saw a moor,
I never saw the sea;
Yet know I how the heather looks,
And what a wave must be.

I never spoke with God,
Nor visited in heaven;
Yet certain am I of the spot
As if the chart were given.

I myself used to write many a poem when I was younger--they were for the most part, just plain silly.  Here is one about one of my favorite fruits:

Ode To A Banana 

By:  Julie Costa, Nov. 5th, 1983 ---(Little did I know at the time I had written this poem, it would be the birthday of my 3rd child, 19 years later...)  

There you are!

I see you!

Lying there with your bunch of friends

On my kitchen table

So yellow

So fair

I hope you don't mind my stare

I came inside to grab a pear

But, you look so much more tempting

And, I couldn't help noticing you from afar

I do not remember you

What brings you and your brothers here?

Oh dear, I see you have an awful bruise!

Excuse me, but it does ruin your fine, yellow complexion

Did you have a nasty fall? Or did you get bumped by that apple?

All and all, you must be a brave little thing

Sitting on my kitchen table

Why, I think it be a sin

If I should have you for a munchin'

Now I know-you need not tell

How you came through my very front door

When mother came from shoppin'

How I know how you must feel

How you wish to be there still

With your bunch of friends

Out at Albertsons

Poor Banana!

I pity you so!

How you wish to be in your native Mexico

Under the sweet green leaves of mother

And the warm sun you will not see ever

They yanked you and your brother

How the memory must make you shudder!

Then they threw you in a burlap sack--so squished together!

They sent you to a factory, packed and marked with a Chiquitta seal

Which ruined the outside of your peel

Bruised, and abused, they flew you here

To be stacked in a neighborhood store in fear

"A banana without a country!"  the oranges did say.

But, they too likewise did pay..

And so they did

And there you are are thinking the worst of me and afar

You must think that this is the end

I pity you poor banana for you are right

How I long for a bite!

My stomach is growling, and I feel so weak

And you do look so tempting to eat..

But, before I do, I will tell you this -

It has been a pleasure to talk to you

And you I will surely miss

It saddens me to say my adieu

but I cannot let you suffer anymore from within

What else could you expect from a friend?

THE END  (of the banana)