Putting Pen To Paper

Saturday, August 19, 2006

Skyblue Boredom

posted by Ruth at 8/19/2006 04:56:00 PM

Twitch twist turn
Flex bend stretch
Yawn

Cloud mountains
Icy white puffs
A sky of endless
Blue

Engines drone
Hour upon hour
Eat read listen nap
Watch

Time in fast
Forward running
As eastward we fly
On

Babies cry
An old man coughs
Lavatory closed
Wait

Descending
Through cotton balls
Tossed across azure
Skies

Buckled up
Tray is secured
Thirty minutes to
Home

Twitch twist turn
Flex bend stretch
Yawn
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3 Comments:

  • I have to admit that I've read very little poetry and I know next to nothing about it.

    I did enjoy your poem. In very few words it really captured the modern experience of flying. The frustrations & boredom of the experience- yet you weren't whinning about it. You were just stating facts. That's the impression I got anyway.

    For some reason I feel like I do my best thinking/writing in planes. Maybe it has something to do with the altitude?

    By Blogger WeirdWoollyDesigns, at 8/23/2006 10:40:00 AM  

  • The altitude or the attitude possibly... i.e., nothing better to do and lots of interesting people to watch and from whom you may find inspiration.

    I don't normally write anything buy rhyming poetry, but I'm struggling this summer trying to learn to write more non-rhyming pieces. It is a struggle.

    Thank you for taking the time to comment.

    By Blogger Ruth, at 8/23/2006 05:12:00 PM  

  • Michael, thanks for your comment. Like I've mentioned before, I'm learning and experimenting with (for me) new areas of poetry, both in form and format. Your comments make sense and are appreciated.

    By Blogger Ruth, at 8/24/2006 10:54:00 AM  

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