Empty chairs and morning haze,
Every life a journey,
Too much sitting silent,
Things to do before we fly,
Take time to chat a spell,
Eat the better food,
We all have a ticket,
Time never stands still.
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Jamye Sharp
Oregon writer, trying to have some fun and improve my craft.
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Thirty (one) and Neither Flirty nor Thriving.
I'm thirty-one and orbiting the same few mistakes like they're landmarks. London is already awake before I am (or before I've slept) - sirens somewhere far enough to ignore, buses sighing at stops, people moving with purpose I can't quite borrow. I lie there for a bit, tasting last night at the back of my throat, trying to remember if I meant to drink that much or if it just...happened again.
By Stacey Vella5 days ago in Psyche
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Yes, the anticipation of flying and going off to have an adventure. Hope you had fun!
Thank you ❤️ Samurai Sam ❤️ Wild Wayne ❤️
Have a safe flight and a wonderful trip. Loved your poem!
This makes me want to go for an adventure!
Airports have a life of their own. Nice poem, Jamye!