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Open Poetry #47

Monday Night

Huan Yi
Member Ascendant

since 2004-10-12

Posts 6688
Waukegan

0 posted 2011-02-08 10:19 AM

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Wreckage
On the field

All the planes
That once could fly

Amid the weeds
In scattered debris

Beneath the stars
And snowy moon

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JerryPat2
Member Laureate

since 2011-02-06

Posts 16975
South Louisiana

1 posted 2011-02-08 10:36 AM

Makes me think of the World War II graveyard for obsolete and abandoned planes. I liked this.

~ Some people are like a Slinky -- not really good for anything -- but you still can't help but smile when you shove them down the stairs. ~

Marchmadness
Member Rara Avis

since 2007-09-16

Posts 9271
So. El Monte, California

2 posted 2011-02-09 12:57 PM

I got a lot out of this poem. I feel just like it sometimes but dream of flying again next time around.
Ida

graying1
Member

since 2011-02-09

Posts 53
The Commonwealth of VA

3 posted 2011-02-09 05:40 AM

Minimalistic format
yet
stirs memories of a place I visited in Arizona

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