The bush plane awaits
The tarmac is hot underfoot
I feel the heat through the
soles of my feet
A familiar scorch from
past lives
The breeze an insistent presence
a persistent touch
I’m excited
An adrenaline rush
reddens my cheeks
“There’s no turning back”
the commandant says
“Deaths are many,
reprieves are few.
What have you got to say?”
I walk toward infinity
I don’t look back
“Don’t give up”
I say
“Don’t give up.”
Ellecee
Inspired by
imaginary garden with real toads - Bang, whimper, hiss
and
Skywriting - Deaths
Note to all: it has been a wonderful month. Thank you all so much for your comments and support. You are appreciated. And although I didn’t get to everyone with comments, I read and enjoyed you all❣️❣️🌹Until next year then 🙏
Oh, I love that! Walking with you, not giving up.
ReplyDeleteDon't give up- I love this!
ReplyDelete“Don’t give up” is always a welcome encouragement. I gave up on a flight into the Grand Canyon once. We were offered a refund because of snow forecast and the fellow ahead, a Canadian pilot, did so. We followed suit. Years ago, I still have not given up on going though, in better weather.
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Don't give up- I love this so much! A most touching and beautiful write, Linda! Congratulations on an amazing month of poetry! We did it!🌈👏
ReplyDeleteCongratulations on completing the month of April. It has been a pleasure to read your work.
ReplyDeleteYes, don't give up!
ReplyDeleteThanks for peeking in on me today. Been missing you and your nice writes. I'm glad you did the 30, that was a trial wasn't it!!
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