I’m sitting in the plain,
my colors rinsed
down drain;
a sterilized domain.
He said I was a plane
girl,
always jetting off
to the next guy.
Maybe it was
true, I did
look for the exit
sign whenever
I took a seat by
someone new.
Heads more abstract
when viewed
from the back.
It’s always the
window view for me.
Head banging
against the pain,
mid-flight.
The damage,
a pillow-less overnight.
I did not stop
the take-off,
my baggage
check,
customs long
passed.
I grind my teeth
in turbulence,
flapping myself towards
you.
To stop the
pane rattling,
jostling my
frame on this
risky flight.
Artwork Peaks Out Airplane Windows by Jim Darling
This piece was inspired by MindloveMisery’s Menagerie-—-The Saturday Mix-Up.
The Double Take Challenge today is all about homophones.
Our homophone sets this week are:
pain – physical suffering, distress
pane – one of the divisions of a window
and
plane – a flat or level surface
plain – clear or distinct
Join us!
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
We fly long haul to Australia when we go see our youngest son, so this really resonated with me. 🙂
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Thank you. Yes, a lot of time to think, and pretend you’re sleeping. Still, very much worth it, I imagine.
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Yeah, it’s worth the hassle to see him, but we’re still stuck with lockdown at the moment.🙂
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I love the homophonic word play; I also love the metaphor of flight — the poem takes off with you at the controls 🙂
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Thank you, John. I’m enjoying all the great prompts on here for morning exercises. This one was meant to soar, I think.
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LOL ; it does that 🙂
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Very kind; a good Saturday, I hope?
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