A passenger jet
with no room to spare,
I sit in a rare thing, a space
with room for my knees,
My bum fits the seat
with a just a little squeeze,
I was worried before, because I knew
the plane seats are tiny,
more space in a zoo,
I had fingers and toes crossed,
the seat belt would fit,
It did thank my guardian angel, I would have
felt like a twit,
Luckily the flight is only short,
A long haul in this,
wouldn’t be sport,
My arm is wedged
against the curve in the wall,
Understand how sardines feel,
not having a ball,
A means to end but
an uncomfortable lack,
Of reasonable comfort,
give the designer the sack!
I am sat in a plane a few miles in the air,
We are descending,
oh YES
nearly there!
Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery 
I really liked the flow of imagery in this post, thanks for sharing such an incredible post! According to your convenience please do read some of my writings would love to know what you think about them 🙂
Warm Regards,
Sidharth
https://sweetdevil69.wordpress.com/
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Thank you I loved your story telling poem.
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Thanks I’m truly humbled by heartwarming feedback & support. I look forward to reading more of your writings as well 🙂
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Mine takes various directions I am in the midst of studying the editing if poetry and that is changing my voice. I also beling to a great facebook poetry group and am learning how to write the classical forms there which is very testing writing to that strict meter.
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That sounds very interesting indeed, it’s always good to go in various directions, that way I feel a writer can truly embrace versatility in his/her craft. To be honest, writing to me is a therapy, a form of escapism sometimes, where by creating a fantasy world of my own I can escape the brutality of reality.
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Yes one can envision a different world…or send a message…resonate with others, find new meanings its amazing to write.
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Yes I strongly agree with you 🙂
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