Traveling man.

Traveling man.

A Poem by H.
"

Don a suit and hop a plane.

"

Grown bored of sleep,
he beat his alarm
to waking. And so he
sets to conquer the day.

Anxious in its grasp,
his things take to pack.
But only so much will
allot to carry on.

The world at his fingers
in miniature keys.
What to do with idle
moments loading the page?

All in a hurry, the
traveling man, to catch
a plane that leaves
every hour.

© 2008 H.


Author's Note

H.
What's the plane?

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Ze PLANE BOSS Ze PLANE! Oh, T.V. Shows. Anyway, this is an interesting look at the technology age and how business is adapting to it. I liked it.

Posted 16 Years Ago


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Interesting. It's like you are axious to meet a new day. I raley have those mornings any more. Refreshing thought. Thanks for sharing.

Posted 16 Years Ago


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This keenly resonates. I think I tried to put some opinion to it a while ago, I may have even said limbo? Well, I no longer like that descriptor. Limbo seems more peaceful than this, ah--suspended animation. I know this.

The question is not what's the plane, but what's the plan.

Posted 16 Years Ago


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I think the plane is your mind. Preparing to travel to another time and place to write. At least that what it represents to me.

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

this is a good read

Posted 16 Years Ago


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I really like how it flows and tells a story all at once. Great job :) i like your style.


-Court

Posted 16 Years Ago


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H.

Panama City, FL



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