The Stranger

Back in the arm-crook of the plane

Between the tail and wing

She rests her head on the thinnest oval panes

And watches the congestion

The wispy cotton world of smog

And morning breath risen upward,

 

Her eyes are dim and lulled to half-sleep

By the melodic roar of turbine belches.

Her cheeks are muse-worthy, red, and

As innocent as the white sweater that clings to her form

Like the threadbare fabric of sails to nude winds.

 

When all the world grew silent

I let my shuddered withheld breath

Escape across the trade winds.

She did not notice.

Reviews

[Clint Hale]

I love how you expressed meaning within so few words. And great imagery, I saw this woman sitting just where you had placed her.

Great job!

[Rain]

Now that's a writer. To find a poem in such a common occurrence. Nice piece of writing. You have a great imagination, and the talent to pull it off. Rain..

[Sarah E.G.]

AMAZING imagery--and such a delicate feeling... Somewhat like a sense of longing in the way the words are pieced together... BAH! Let's just face it--I'm hopelessly in awe of your work. Sigh.

[Nameless]

beautifully put together. i don't know what you could possibly improve...

[Dysis]

I really liked this one. I could read it over and over again. Made me think of my favorite white shirt that I use to wear all the time. The imagery was very good too. It makes me think of my life the past year or so. Noticing someone, but not even being a simple glance or smudge in their eye. Which is why I've given up hope.

[Blade & Blood (The ..]

Huh... that was a very interesting poem. It kind of made me shudder because I'm terrified of airplanes (although I've never been on one). I really admire your use of figurative language and the tranquilizing tone of your poem. I also like the mystery and slight depth of the final stanza. ^^ Great job.

Ironically Yours, -Blade and Blood

[Marie]

Another great piece of writing. You say you have no talent, but I think you're wrong.