Why has the universe
decided I needed to be
an audience to her whining?
I sought peace to calm
my fear of flying before
I entered a bus with wings
and thought this corner
would be my sanctuary.
My walls of seclusion
were torn when both
of you invaded my calm
with your baggage.
Sir, look into your
wife’s eyes and tell
her you hear her
so she will stop
her nasal harangue
you never listen.
I do not wish to know
how many corns
she has on her toes
or her displeasure
that you noticed her sister’s dress
without once commenting
on the pink dress she wore.
Please sir, tell her you will
fix that leaky faucet to stop
the drone of her insistence.
Surely the drip of her badgering
is enough incentive to get it done!
Where is that plane?
I would rather face turbulence
at 30, 000 feet than sit here
having my nerves frayed
by her complaints and
your continued silence.
©Susie Clevenger 2012
Comments
is enough incentive to get it done!"
It is enough to get your narrator into the plane! Your first sentence? I am pretty sure that the universe did not set her up--but, maybe, she did. The universe seems to like a laugh or two from a poet now and then. Thank you!
I am so claustrophobic at times but would far rather get on the plane so the noise drowns these type out unless of course, she was sat right next to you. LOL
Well said Susie!
very vivid account of contained annoyance.
I wish I could get up the nerve to say, "Excuse me, but I was sitting here alone so I could get some peace and quiet!" but I've never been able to do it.
I love this poem, Susie. I can well imagine the narrator's agony, as well as the noise of the carping wife.
K