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The Unreachable Yoke

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  The Unreachable Yoke  A POV shot from JB’s perspective, looking down at his own body. His hands are locked rigidly at his sides by the cocoon. Ghostly, semi-transparent images of his hands are reaching out, trying to "yank, shove, slam" a control panel that isn't there. The image captures the desperation of a pilot whose identity is "unspooling" because he cannot reach the controls. I look down... but the body in the weave doesn't feel like mine anymore. My arms are locked. Pinned to my ribs by the silver vice. But I can see them... ghosts. Ghost hands... peeling away from my skin. Reaching out! They are trying to YANK... to SHOVE... to SLAM the yoke forward! But there is no yoke. There is no control panel. Only the dark. I am a pilot with no hands... and without them... I am unspooling into NOTHING. Be Creative and Innovative with Knowledge John Bennett - AKA JJFBbennett , is an independent artist. You can view and subscribe to my work via  Blogger ...
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Silent and Co-existent

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Silent and Co-existent poem

The lounge was filled with strangers waiting for their flight.

Despite the unspoken communion, the author felt isolated.

The author was anxious about the possibility of a delayed or cancelled flight.

Others in the lounge were also battling their uncertainties.

The experience was both physical and emotional.

Patience, resilience, and a willingness to confront frustration were required.

The wait was temporary and would soon be over.

Everyone was determined to refrain from demonstrating their inabilities.

The sense of isolation was difficult to shake.

The wait required a strong sense of control.

The uncertainty of the situation was overwhelming.

The wait required a sense of community.

The experience was one of shared struggle.

The wait required a willingness to confront one's own limitations.

The sense of anticipation was palpable.

The wait required a sense of determination.

The experience required a sense of perspective.

The wait was a test of one's emotional fortitude.

The experience required an ability to stay calm under pressure.

The wait was a reminder of the unpredictability of life.









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