Trapped in a flying city
with no way of escape.
We prepped for our departure
as we parked outside our gate.
In the hustle and confusion
my position gave a view,
As my cellblock in our prison
found me in a back-row pew.
Busy people all around me.
Quickly, hurry, move it, FAST!!!
In a tizzy to get somewhere
even though they'll get there last.
Hoards of travelers gather luggage
as they squeeze into the isles.
Flustered faces show frustration
as the stagnant BO piles
Then the waiting and the longing
For the savory taste of day.
Breathing in the cool air's sweetness
After hours of delay.
Our warden has us shackled
shows no signs of kind reprieve.
My tolerance and patience waining,
Personal space, I'd like to retrieve.
As I mused my airplane amigos
flitting to a clamored beat
In a hurry to go nowhere,
Yet still stepping on my feet!
Author notes
"This is like the part of the movie that seems boring. But if I miss it, the rest just won't be the same."
If you've ever been on an airplane on the way to vacation, you'll understand this one. It's definitely the boring part of the "movie" but it makes the taste of vacation all the more sweet. I hope you enjoy my unusual take on your prompt.
A contest entry
- Take a Peek Into my Journal...and find inspiration. by TabbyCat.
650 points, ended October 5, 2008, 6 entries
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Comments
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this is really good i couldnt do all those lines but thats why ur my teacher im so glad that you came to my school very thankful i dont know what i would have done without a reminder of what is gone this poem shows true life and im sure everyone has gone threw this
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Yes, this was a very clever take on my prompt!!! It truly did apply, though. Thanks for the amusing entry, and good luck!!
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