Turbulent Thoughts

Written for:  Poetic Asides #339 – Write an anticipation poem.
A person could anticipate an early spring or a lover’s fling; a person could anticipate any old thing. Not sure why I just broke into rhyme, but some folks even anticipate crimes (that may or may not happen from time to time). So whether it’s wrong or whether it’s right, I anticipate the poems people are going to write.

Plane
dips,
trays slide.
Turbulence
heightens, I’m frightened.
What if this is end of line?
Steady, I am not ready. Thoughts tangle, death dangles
like a mocking skeleton finger. What memories do I treasure. Take measure
of all my past pleasures. Okay. Breathe. If we do not crash, what do I
     want to do more than anything else? Simple–girls just wanna have fun.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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