Air Sick

We queued to launch our metal wings

Into turbulance

Where we were sh-sh-shoo-ke-ke-shoook

Cups and lips missing

Hot drinks undrunk shivering

Stomaches leapt, stretched, compressed

The purrrrlinggg! rings

Co-pilot politely runs through somethings

That at this time sound vital

As our flimsy belts constrain our forms

Within the mainframe of this compact

Missile loaded with the human virus

Complex beasts with complex needs

Agendas, wishes, dreams, plans, schemes

To land on friends and family whether willing or otherwise

They will be delivered

From this misery

Should this plane not glide safe and sound

But crash to ground in smithereens.

CLP 12/10/2018

To Morning

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Cool cover retreats

Silently silk slides from bed

Naked truth revealed.

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CLP 14/10/2018

On Sleep

It would be great to sleep until late and if I could I would but can’t.

(Too tired to break those 17 syllables into 5-7-5. Dear reader do it yourself).

CLP 13/10/2018

Comet

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Unseen until swinging past

Tail enflamed in approach to Sun

Heated by that enticing prospect

Illuminating the dark of night

Shining through the brightest blue

Reminder that this sky

Is simply cloak

 

CLP  11/10/2018

 

 

On the New Moon

Trio of diamonds

Glorify this darkest night

Orion returns

CLP 11/10/2018

Letter to the Editor

Spare us spare words

Wasted breath

Cut quick, cut deep

Clean

Bin the waste

Free up space

To breathe

To see.

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CLP  09/10/2018