Clouds lean in for
kiss and ride,
our metal basket climbs,
cruises the aisles
in the sky.
I browse playlists
among the cumulus–
crinkly, plastic bags,
the kinda comfort food
for thought the right song
has, to console
letting go
on an overcrowded flight.
© 2022 | K.Hartless
Quadrille #153: Out of the Meadow’s Browse: Linda is the host at d’Verse‘s Monday Quadrille. Our task is a 44-word poem that contains the word “browse.”
Happy Memorial Day! Safe travels if like me you are returning home today.
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
I haven’t been on a plane since 2019, but I certainly remember those crowded flights. Nicely done poem.
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Thank you. Holiday travel is always tense, whether on the road or in the air.
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Flying is wonderful! ❤️
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I agree. I get some great new ideas on traveling days.
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I second that! Wish to get away 😊
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Yes! A change of scenery even the shopping mart in the sky, is a good one.
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Haha, most certainly 🥲
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Haven’t flown in 8 years — used to fly 1,000’s of miles a year, so I don’t miss it.
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I can understand that. I love to travel, so I enjoy the flying to a new location bit. The return is a bit harder.
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I could feel you getting settled in for the long flight, excellent! 👏👏
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It’s all in the playlist pick, no? Thanks for coming by, Tricia. So lovely to see you. 💜
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Love the letting go aspect of this write. So true. Lovely poem, K.
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Thank you, Jeff. I will say, I can let a lot more go these days than in the past. I guess I’m learning to glide instead of paddle when the current is strong. 😉
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You’re welcome, K. Always. Ah, I completely understand, and feel similarly myself. The days of paddling upstream, are much less so today. 😉
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a playful inventive piece: love ‘metal basket’ and ‘cruises the aisles of the sky’; I hate overcrowded flights too; it’s good you got a good poem out of it 🙂
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Thank you, John. Yes, I wanted those clouds to be those crinkly plastic shopping bags, but 44 words is a tight leash. I’m glad at least some of it got across.
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Very creative descriptions, K! Totally agree – the right music makes a humdrum journey fly by ❤
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Thank you, Tom. This poem is a bit bumpy like my journey home. It’s that first day back that’s hardest. I need a killer playlist to swallow today. 😂
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It’s been years since I have been on a plane as I used to fly all the time for business. I can recall those overcrowded flights- you have captured the moment so well.
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Thank you. I do so love browsing music. Thanks for hosting, Linda. A lovely batch of quadrilles bloomed from your inspiration.
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Your title took me right back to John Denver and Peter Paul and Mary… Leaving on a Jet Plane.
Seems the flights are all overbooked and over crowed these days! Well done.
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Thank you kindly, Dwight. I definitely had that song in mind when I wrote this.
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Your Quadrille is delightful … a wonderful collection of words.
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Thank you so much, Helen. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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*applause* *applause* *applause*!
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I like the thought of kissing the clouds as we fly through them 🙂
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Happily, I have not been on an airplane in years… I do not look forward to the next time I have to travel.
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Ah. To me the world cries out to be seen, experienced and enjoyed. I am restless in one place.
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Nicely conjured – I really pictured the atmosphere here!
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