Life in Poetry
Terminal 1 Nice Airport
We are in mad times indeed, and for the foreseeable future. A piece of nostalgia, like when you were last in an airport, is what is needed, I think. Enjoy, share, give me feedback.
treetops - grey and white steel joists make a visible roof -
small bushes - girders hidden in plaster cladding –
hedgerows and flower beds - red seats - tables in rows –
unbelievably real sparrows live
flit from table to table - hop on smooth tiled floors
unfazed by shod feet - they will even drop
to your plate and nibble cookies
- cheeky feathered creatures
My dad and I thought your poem was super. D
I love the imagery of the first stanza, the second is the epitome of adjusting!
Airports - the ghost towns of another era.
25.11 | 22:15
Grief is experience through the mundane. Simple but powerful. The accompanying image really compliments the poem.
07.11 | 11:14
A great observation! Social media can be a scary place... I also need to reduce my time there
06.11 | 16:24
A great one, Peter, in the context you describe. I don't read social media myself, I doubt my equilibrium could stand it. 'The balance of his mind disturbed' yes, I think it would be.
06.11 | 15:59
Yes, gossip is a weapon of mass destruction.
In my business as well as personal life I have zero tolerance.
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