Like Apples and Oranges
love their trees,
we'll mean to leave gently
but gravity, gravity.
love their trees,
we'll mean to leave gently
but gravity, gravity.
Love their trees,
like a mother and child,
But gravity, gravity,
we say it can't be helped.
like a mother and child,
But gravity, gravity,
we say it can't be helped.
Like a mother and child
slowly grow old and apart,
We say it can't be helped,
like apples and oranges.
slowly grow old and apart,
We say it can't be helped,
like apples and oranges.
(from katy) What ISN'T there to like about Megan's poem? The repetitive nature of the form, with almost every line used twice, gives the poem a lulling, comforting feel, like settling into solemnity. I love the use of the word "gravity," the way she repeats it, making you slow down as you say each word, the way it lilts next to words like trees and gently, through each word I feel the weight of life's sadness settle down upon me, but we aren't upset because we understand "it can't be helped, like apples and oranges."
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