Apples
smacking
the ground
stones
thrown
landing
always clanging
off things
people
never floating
raindrops
snow
hail
all plummeting:
sculpted
beads of water
turned puddles
crying over everything,
the moon
a punching bag
tugged along
by prisoner Earth
impaled on a skewer,
forces at work
not gods,
just the ordained
nature of things
a world conformed,
our sun,
just an ember
with spokes
riding this universe,
javelin flung,
always accelerating
or decelerating
and wobbling;
threatening
to shake us off
once and for all:
a heap of skins
and cores
in gravity’s
greedy palms.

Monique Gagnon German

 

Monique Gagnon German is a Copy Editor for Ragazine (www.ragazine.cc) and a Technical Writer/Content Developer with degrees from Northeastern University and Northern Arizona University. Her poetry has appeared in the anthology, e, the Emily Dickinson Award Anthology Best Poems of 2001, and journals such as Rosebud, Ellipsis, California Quarterly, Borderlands, Calyx, among others. 

Photo: Brooke Shaden, “rise and fall”
Website: http://brookeshaden.com/gallery/

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