I watched their
intermittent hording of stale air
between sentences grasped in gulps
and stoic acquiescence
of pollution to sponges that were
lungs and heartbeats.
A good bit of their trepidation
annoyingly squashed,
some agog, some bored,
some capable of
more important things –
they sat
and there you have it.
And I too assimilated the crush.
Strangers adjusted - sitting so close together,
(like sheep, buzzed by a low flying 'copter,
move in liquid patterns)
ignoring the singsong hypnotizing sounds
that zigzagged overhead.
Irreversibly committed
passengers on a tin can plane
drilling its way through
to an unknown - but certain destiny,
(- each bound in our own reality –)
together;
we rode its galloping haunches into dusk.
Author notes
6http://i50.photobucket.com/albums/f304/luvlessromance/asdfgdg.jpg 6
dichotomy of limitless, open, empty sky vs. confined cabin of plane - flying into dusk
A contest entry
- B&W Photo Prompt Contest by Girl With Guitar.
700 points, ended October 30, 2008, 14 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
please forgive my last minute editing
Comments
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IfTomomorrowNeverCame
Thank you so much for the bronze. I enjoyed the challenge of your contest.
jingle -
better
After reading some of the other poems, I realized it lacked a connection, an emotional reason so I changed it. Had a bit of trouble with getting the site to accept the changes. Hope it wasn't too disruptive. -
"an unknown - but certain destiny,"
Perfect. Love all of this, excellent job.
I think that this really leaves off with something to think about and you've used the picture well, not just written something predictable. Great vocab too!
Thank you for the entry
ITNC
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