Airports are a familiar space that highlights my soul and sends me to freedom.
Holidays away from the mundane, holidays spent with you for just a few days.
It's effortless happiness by your side, my little dream that lives too far away.
In this world far from what exhausts me, I am alive, I am free.
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Going to airports in dream and sharing emotion flying in sky make this poem entirely a fable. Wonderful drafting this poem is really.10
I sense two types of poetry in this poem, and both are fully realized. The first types draws us into a different world than ours by specific narrative details, even story fragments (This is the SHOW, DON'T TELL technique): the other type makes a world different from ours seem familiar, as if it's our world in desire if not reality. In other words, your poem balances unique and individual experiences of the speaker and familiar and universal ones resonating in our memories or dreams. // This poem has a dramatic force because the Love being celebrated is not yet a fait accompli in the speaker's mind but her awareness of the many details of their relationship, increasing in intensity and filling her memory, is making a strong base, a genuine confidence. The reader can be forgiven for seeing it as fait accompli! There are several lines that shadow such an optimistic view, and a future reading may make them loom larger, but I'm sure this will always be a poem about the enrichment of our lives through loving.