Thursday, November 23, 2006

Stocking Up

Military cargo planes,
designated C-something,
flew tail to nose, tail to nose,
like prop-plodding mules
over a blue-desert sky;
engine wash, like agitated dust,
covered everything with noise.
The horizon pulled the belly packed beasts
closer to their point of deposit;
wood songs resumed in rustling leaves,
squirrels stocking up on Winter stores.

17 comments:

Masago said...

Wow, so much packed into one poem! Love it!

gautami tripathy said...

How do you do it? I love this!

Anonymous said...

Mmmm I love the contrasts in your poem. Gautami? What a small world this is! I was just browsing through blogs and I find a fellow Gatherite. Hello!

jel said...

Cool, :0>

polona said...

insatiable noisy beasts, these cargo planes (got to see a galaxy up close once... impressive!)

great stuff yet again, pat!

Anonymous said...

Enjoyed, Pat. As Masago says, you pack a lot of information into these short poems!

Rob said...

'the horizon pulled the belly packed beasts
closer to their point of deposit'


Clever phrase.

~ann~ said...

made me think of the Sopwith Camel.... not that those aircraft have anything in common with cargo planes, but rather with belly packed beasts... certainly conjured up moving images in my head

lotsa luv ann xxx

Poetry by Kai said...

happy thanksgiving

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

very heavy! lot in it--

samuru999 said...

You are just too good at this Pat!
Love this one!
Hope you had a great Thanksgiving!

Margie

Amalendu said...

great poem...

Deepak Gopi said...

hi:)nice to mmet u great poet

Anonymous said...

How anthropomorphic!

Anonymous said...

Great image, pat!
i like the way you compare the cargo planes with the squirrels foraging for acorns.

love your "the horizon pulled the belly packed beasts
closer to their point of deposit
"

Pat Paulk said...

Thanks Vaughn!!

My muse threatens to unscrew my belly button, and let all my Winter stores run out on the floor if I don't let her out an play. Thanks Gautami!!

Meander, thanks for coming by. I enjoyed my visit to your blog. You've written some spectacular poems!!

Thanks Janice!!

Polona, I was taking my daily walk yesterday morning. The squirrels were doing their thing and this "noise" invaded our privacy. I stopped, and looked up, and they looked like a mule train crossing the sky. Didn't get the poem exactly where I wanted it, but it was turkey day and had to leave. Going to work on it some more. That was probably more information than you wanted, sorry.

SB, not near as much as those c-whatevers. Thank you!!

Rob, thank you very much!!

Ann, I like the old Sopwith Camels. As long as the poem stirs images, there's life in it. Thank you!!

Thank you Kai!! I hope you had a good one!!

Andrew, it has always amazed me how something so "heavy" can fly. Thanks!!

Margie, thank you for the kind compliment!!

Thanks Amalendu!!

Deepak Gopi, nice to meet you. Thank you!!

Joyce, I reckon it is!

Pat Paulk said...

Dsnake, there's always something/someone leading a mule train. In this case it looked like th horizon. Thank you!!