Saturday July 9th, 2022

The exercise:

Write a four line poem about: turbulence.

2 comments:

Greg said...

Well, we're continuing, though I'm starting to wonder if this shouldn't really be patted on the shoulder, told it made a brave effort, and then be pushed out of the plane without a parachute....

Turbulence
How hard can it be to find the right fit in
The sky… when turbulence shakes me so much
As does the sight of where I must sit
Next to a pilot who’s exceedingly butch.

Marc said...

Greg - I feel like you tried that already, and it managed to find a parachute on the way down and continued on :)

Also: I can't explain how happy it makes me to see you soldier on with this, somehow finding a way to make it work week after week :D