High on a train.
"On a high train-?"
No rails, no fences. Air
is all that keeps from
falling. Don't look.
Rented Ford. Old
Muddy looms. Endless
bolt of silt-yellowed silk.
Whorled and rippled
unless the mist distance
puddings fools. Up, up,
up. Crossssssssssssssssssss
sssssssssssssssssssssssssss
ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss then down from the bridge
giant spiders spun
until Memphis squashed. Hold your breath.
In a taxi. Driver Ben Laden.
On a jet. Taxiing whisps of fog
ghoul gray and brown. Despair.
On a jetway. In an airport.
Slumped before a carousel
rife with others'
baggage. Around.
Around. Around. Other.
rumble's hunger.
Grit clogging eyes
from a tourist-
flying sandman?
Will you meet me?
If you meet me, will you be
here for me, or you.
Fight-or-flight tugs
at an elbow, then crawls
up a spine. Hey!
That's my bag! Run
(c) Phyllis Jean Green, 2008
All Rights Reserved
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Reviews of "Across is Mississippi, Got Nothing Down"
I love the way you write: an immediacy (is that a word) of imagery puts the reader right where you want them to be, and make them glad for having taken the trip. :) Well done, (((Pea)))!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Love the crosssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss part. Don't like bridges. LOL
Interesting and filled with flash images that conjure up all kinds of questions in the mind and soul of the reader... a definate, "let's sit down with a glass of wine and discuss" poem
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Fee
An account of adventures in Scandinavia that involved flying dragons, Russian and German submarines, old WW2 era battlefields, Finnish foxes (female kind), Finnish-Mexican cuisine and much more. Written for the most part with a light touch, it ends o
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Good job!
A very interesting and truly unique write!
Peace Love and Light....Morning Star
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Love the crosssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss part. Don't like bridges. LOL
hugs
Fee