Wits, Whims, and Wicked Kids Poetry for Children: The Meteor's Wish

From the author:

From the Author:

I will not introduce myself.
I will not ask "How do?"
I will not wave, I will not bow,
Or shake a hand with you.

For I am not polite, my friend;
I have no social grace.
Like you, I have no manners,
And I never learned my place.

Instead I'll write a poem
And I'll put myself in verse,
And if you like the sound of me,
Well, THEN we might converse.

So read a line or two of me,
Or don't, if it's a chore,
But since you've read fifteen of me
I bet you'll read one more.

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(...or don't...he doesn't really trust emails from children. They can be sticky).

Friday 23 October 2015

If I were a meteor, I would wish

for more sky and less fire. I would wish

to forget this brief falling. I would wish

for four strong wings to beat back

the hard and disintegrating air,

to rise into frictionless

space, to sail again

and always,

timeless,

around

a still

blue

orb.

Down here, I think that if I were a meteor,

I would wish on the first eyes I saw tonight

that I was not a meteor but stardust

and singing speed. But I am not

a meteor; I’m only

its falling

wish.