Aloft, and Exhausted

Long plane rides take their toll.

The bathroom is small. 

It hinders and constricts, a veritable anaconda of a space 

But I am alone. 

And it is quiet. 

And I need not fret about the plane, for the air holds it well, 

And I may urinate in peace 

Before I reunite with the strangers aboard this vessel, and am expected to behave in the much more strangling confines of society. 

Author's Note

I'd be happy to receive any feedback you might offer.

Reviews

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~ ah... this is so well-expressed... and though you meant this about "long plane rides", i relate to this piece even more deeply... sometimes the "vessel" is life itself when it gets too crowded... and "the bathroom" is any time spent in solitude... hence, i'd say this piece of poetry has a lot of depth and applies to many realms of existence... ~ very interesting work...

[Sola]

Thanks, And my sincerest gratitude for your reading and reviewing my work once again, I shall do my best to keep up with yours as well.

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~ you're very welcome, sweet friend... :) ~ however, please do know that i absolutely do not believe in the practice of review-bartering... i'd hate it if someone read me just because i read them... it's so unpoetic to make poetry about obligations... ~ so, i hereby free you... read me only if you wish... else not... :)

[Sola]

Oh I completely understand, no it's not out of obligation, it's much more out of interest. I know what you mean, that's when it becomes solely superficial.

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~ glad you understand... ~ writing is a part of my actual communication with the one i write for... so, i'm never looking for reviews... i share for those who might be in a similarly perplexing situation and might derive comfort from my words... :)