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Playing Prepositions

01 Jun

For those who haven’t noticed, Miz Quickly is back in town. Her prompt for today regards prepositions, so my poem is a bit of silliness, designed to be a vehicle for prepositions and to answer Miz Q’s instruction to write about how one thing relates to something else. Head over to her place and read the prompt. Meanwhile, I think I have about 18 prepositions in here (I didn’t count doubles).

Better Than Packing

I sit in my large desk chair
at my computer console, seven
floors above ground level.
Over me rise eleven stories more.

We, myself and the apartment
building, sit on Peachtree Road,
which runs north south through
Atlanta, bisecting the city.

Atlanta is located in Georgia,
which lies in the southeast of
the United States, itself taking
up space between two oceans.

The Atlantic and Pacific Oceans,
via which I can reach Asia or
Europe, engirdle the Americas,
and separate them from other lands.

If I had a way to see, lying
opposite, across the Atlantic, in
the sun and sand, is Morocco,
surrounded by the Sahara Desert.

I sit in my large desk chair, sixty-two
miles from outer space and  about
four thousand miles above the earth’s
core, regarding the marvel of being,

when all the immensity of lands
and populace dwindle upon looking up,
above all surfaces, beyond all
thought, towards the overarching sky.

 
13 Comments

Posted by on 01/06/2015 in poems, poetry

 

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13 responses to “Playing Prepositions

  1. Misky

    01/06/2015 at 10:57 am

    I love the feel of falling into your poems….

     
    • margo roby

      01/06/2015 at 11:04 am

      So long as there’s a net somewhere.

       
      • Misky

        01/06/2015 at 11:43 am

        I can bounce.

         
        • margo roby

          01/06/2015 at 11:47 am

          An extremely useful quality as we age.

           
  2. whimsygizmo

    01/06/2015 at 11:11 am

    I love the way this unfolds. 🙂

     
  3. julespaige

    01/06/2015 at 3:45 pm

    You had fun with the instructions 😉
    We are just bits of dust… I remember living in an apartment on the tenth floor – watching the original World Trade Towers being built.

    True to form – I didn’t follow instructions:
    Caught in the Web

    And I found ‘Goblin Market’ by Cristina G. Rossetti.

     
    • margo roby

      01/06/2015 at 4:39 pm

      Had you lost ‘Goblin Market’? Why do I think I sent you a link? The brain is too full, too full, she wailed.

      It will be a sad day when you look at a prompt and do what it says, Jules.

       
      • julespaige

        01/06/2015 at 5:28 pm

        Did you ever send me a link to Goblin Market?
        I don’t remember that… Must be a quinky-dink thing. I found it by chance when I was looking for a quote to start my piece with… really.
        Anyway I have to keep somebody happy – and well following prompt rules… not exactly my forte 🙂

         
  4. Candy

    01/06/2015 at 3:57 pm

    You made this look easy.

     
    • margo roby

      01/06/2015 at 4:37 pm

      Thank you. I was in the mood, the prompt was right and I started from a fixed point!

       
  5. http://vivinfrance.wordpress.com

    02/06/2015 at 9:19 am

    That’s telling us: precision prepositions. I like it.

     
  6. barbcrary

    02/06/2015 at 2:25 pm

    Your last stanza is terrific, Margo. I keep rereading it to make sure I haven’t missed any of the prepositions tucked in there.

     
    • margo roby

      02/06/2015 at 2:27 pm

      Thanks, Barbara. I enjoy this kind of play!

       

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