DDCPoetry

Poem found here:  "Our Ground Time Here Will Be Brief" by Maxine Kumin An airport as a metaphor for transitioning to the afterlife.  But this poem is a bit tongue in cheek too.  The poem is in two octaves and a quatrain with each stanza going closer and closer and then expanding outward from the speaker.      Blue landing lights make      nail holes in the dark.      A fine snow falls.   We sit      on the tarmac taking on[...] So stopping here before the list of things occurs. note how the focus is on the play of dark an light in the beginning and also how the snow appears -- fine, small enough to look at individually in general which foreshadows the way the speaker sees who is going aboard with her:      the mail, quick freight,      trays of laboratory mice,      coffee and Danish for      the passengers Note how personal these items appear to ot...