inspired by the desire to travel up in the air
flight path
flying feet across airport security
all eyes on me through the gate
late to check in
late to checking out and about
the runway away from the ground
round and round the Earth spins cycles
wings singing feather songs
they flit float free from gravity
free from depravity and sin
missing the thrill to escape landscapes
for the new true blue truth my muse
flying feet across air aerial jumping jacks
hijacking into my heart
this art of breaking free
© Rebecca Goes Rendezvous, 2022

I love this poem, and you really do capture the feeling of the excitement and anticipation of travel and adventure. Even with the craziness of airports, it is worth it when we have the opportunity to explore and learn.
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Absolutely so! May you have a wonderful flight soon, wherever you choose to go! ✈️
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Great poem Rebecca documenting travelling by air.
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Thank you, Marion! ✈️
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Very nice! I’ll be flying tomorrow and I feel the excitement you write about!
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Awesome! Have a wonderful (and safe) flight. 🙂
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Nice work Rebecca, I do feel the excitement, anticipation and longing oozing from this. As someone who finds themselves more and more anxious about flying as I get older, I imagine my poem might sound a bit different. I wouldn’t wanna inflict that on anyone ha ha.
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I hear you. Flying has become all the more precarious these days due to the pandemic, as well as the fears of turbulence and other factors…I’d still read your poem about flying for a different perspective, though! 😆
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Poetry usually eludes me, but I get this one! I could feel the fun anticipation of an upcoming adventure as I read through to the end. Great work!
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Poetry can be elusive, but there are some which can be accessible and fun. I’m glad mine resonated with you!
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traveling woman!
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You as well! 😉
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it is indeed!
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Thanks!
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Such a wonderful poem, Rebecca! As much as I used to love being on a plane, Airports are not fun places to be anymore. They’re crowded, lines are long and people are rushing from one place to the next: especially during the holidays. But I still very much love looking through the plane window aircraft during the flight at sunset or sunrise. Thanks for sharing and have a good day 🙂 Aiva xx
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The travel climate has definitely changed since COVID; I can’t imagine the airport being inundated with travelers while being understaffed with workers…but I agree: once you get up in the air, the worries on earth seem to disappear!
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Wow, nice to read this poem. I can feel what you felt from entering into plane and flying in air…
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Thank you!
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Wow! I love this happy poem.
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I’m glad! Thank you. 😊
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Wow:))
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I have a trip coming up! I can’t wait to feel the freedom ✈️
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Wishing you a pleasant and safe flight! ✈️
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Oo, loving the atmosphere created in these lovely words!
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Thank you so much!
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Love this poem so much. I’m dying to travel internationally again! I haven’t been anywhere for the last 3 years either. Enjoy your upcoming travels! ✈️💕
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Thank you so much! I hope you can travel soon!
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“They flit flow free …” wow, love this line.
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Glad you appreciate the alliteration!
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🙏🙏
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Love the spirit of this poem, Rebecca! (Just catching up on all your recent posts now)
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Thanks, Camden (and welcome back)!
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