Saturday, March 8, 2008


Sunday Scribblings March 9, 2008
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His first plane
was an ultralight
that had two seats
so was considered

I insisted
it be a two-seater
so we could go

We certainly
couldn’t afford it
but I couldn’t afford
to object.

On weekends
we’d go to the airport,
belt ourselves in
and take off.

People became dolls,
cars and trucks
were Hot Wheels,
the forest
a shag carpet.

We needed a new car,
money for bills,
a new furnace.

But, as we skimmed
through the silk air
and sat like royalty
in our seats,
legs dangling,

he’d reach across
the controls,
grab my hand,
and smile,

the wind
ballooning his cheeks,
the whole sky
in his eyes.


paisley said...

and it seems like his smile just might make it all worth it... this was so nice....

tumblewords said...

Oh, what a wonderful dreamlike poem - beautifully done!

colleen said...

I love the ending. Made the ride worth it.

myrtle beached whale said...

screw the bills. If you can fly, you should fly.

Becca said...

I just love your poems. They are a perfect slice of life, described in such a meaningful way.


gautami tripathy said...

A great ride, I say! It suits the dream prompt of readwritepoem too!

Refluxing Life

sister AE said...

very nice1

LittleWing said...

worthy experiment.. what a beautiful ride in the sky...

LN- Nickers and Ink said...

Nice take on this week's prompt. This is fun, just seeing all the diverse directions we all take!

Love the flight imagery . . . and the tiny Matchbox cars!


Linda N
Nickers and Ink

Jon said...

Loved your poem. Very evocative especially the ending.

Inland Empire Girl said...

What an experiment... it sounds like it was all worth it. I love the flow of the poem.

longshadows said...

so so nice. almost felt as though i could fly myself :)

anthonynorth said...

Ah, the freedom! Magical.

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