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Shipwreck survivor
Treading water, grasping flotsam,
Finds, jostled on the rising swell,
A great big ball
Of bubble wrap.
He clings to it. Floats landward.
But salvation and temptation
Often go hand in hand
And he succumbs to mankind's
Strongest urge
And starts to squeeze and snap
The bubbles in the wrap.
Even as he dips beneath the waves
He carries on, curtailing his time,
Pop, pop, pop.
So much wrapped up into it... Fantastic. Awesome!
I sat next to a `whistling` escape door half-way to Greece once. Despite the co-pilots assurance that it was okay, I prayed all the time that I wouldn`t be the first out into `the wide, blue yonder`.
I like the way the four line `stanzas` separated by the one line key words discipline and `tidy` this apparent `free` verser into a `proper` sounding (and reading) poem.
(particularly like that `pop.pop,pop. at the end)
Miles Hadfield
Tue 7th May 2013 13:47
Ta!
I'm always transfixed by the emergency doors on planes. Surely it'll be all right if you open them just a crack to have a peek and let a bit of fresh air in, that's my feeling on the matter.
Excellent, pithy, speaks to the human condition which, in your case, was soggy.
Yeah. Like when they sat me next to the emergency escape door on the plane and told me I was in charge of it. It said pull- all the way to Dublin, it spoke to me 'pull'. But luckily on that day, life was worth living. I love this Miles, it's fun and philosophical and my kids would get it too- good arrows xx
<Deleted User> (9882)
Sat 4th May 2013 20:50
you tell me,Miles,
who could resist such an urge?
other than busy ebay'ers!x
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Jonnie Falafel
Fri 7th Jun 2013 09:19
Oh the human condition and our propensity for self destruction... very entertaining though