Poem Sunday | May 15th, 2016

So this is a poem entry which means it’s going to cover journal entries but in an artistic way! Can’t wait to share my poetry with ya’ll. These will not feature photos so the words can speak for themselves.
Thank you.

Airplane 1

Wind roaring, creating turbulence.
Water still but yet distance creates a quiet entropy.
Sitting and getting stiff, the flight can only last so much longer.
 After having exhausted the materials of entertainment, boredom begins.
Wanting to eat more the craving must be curbed.
Mom shifts in her seat and makes noises.
The neck pillow bought and without a care not shared.
Soft but textured chairs, high, and hide the heads of many.
Children stirring and people behind consistently talking, what can be done?
The food served was none and the drinks make one impatient for the bathroom.
Type, type, keeping the mind occupied as the adjacent lady does.
Glancing out the window is a whirlwind wonder but disappointment strikes.
There are no birds,
 There are no other planes.
A train of thought interrupted by a too raucus loudspeaker announcing arrival time.
Pondering 13 down from a shared crossword…
Interrupted by another lady reaching, skin showing.
What would it take to become everyone’s friend on this plane?
A nap.

-Leela Hamm, “The Blindian”

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