Tight
I always know there is a storm coming
when the jets buzz East to West
the landing gear screams down over Grizzly Peak
then in the next breath with
red eyes flashing the dragon’s wings
scrape my chimney.
How these monsters in the night
go so low, so slow and
still make it to SFO or OAK
I do not know?
I am warm and safe the room is tight.
Soon there will be rain on the roof
in the middle of the night.
Carol Carlisle
Margo Roby’s Tuesday Tryouts suggested we tell an emotional truth from our memory using sensory detail. You should check out her blog for poetry prompt and much much more!
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An exciting write, which I enjoyed reading.
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couldn’t ask for anything more thanks 🙂
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I can identify with your words. Have lived in the same comfy little apartment for about five years, but about six weeks ago, the planes have seemed to find new guides because they now feel like the landing they are coming in for is right here in my little cosy room. And yes, they do seem to signal rain. Wonderful write,
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/2012/09/18/leap-of-faith/
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The planes changes landing patterns in stormy weather, so I’m told..sorry your cozy nest has been disturbed. It was a fun write glad you enjoyed it.
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Our planes had two approaches: skimming the water of the harbour, or going straight down the middle of a street, so low we could look into windows and see what people were doing. Like yours, it depended on the weather. Great memory. I hear the emotion.
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Wow airplane stories certainly do evoke a lot of great memories. Certainly better then “stuck on runway” horror stories. I can just imagine sitting on my porch waiting to catch the next touch down movie.
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“I am warm and safe the room is tight.
Soon there will be rain on the roof
in the middle of the night.”
I just LOVE these three lines, Carol!!
Excellent poem all together!
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