Tall houses appear
to grow like trees from the plane
slowly rising high

people turn tiny
with cars, water, birds and beasts
in the summer flame

nervously worried
watch the moving mass of clouds
from the window

eternal patterns
nature's wonder on the edge
a streak of orange

and thousands of lights
twinkle in colours like stars--
seat belt fastened

it's like five haikus strung together. Good though.

I know what Neural means, that it is rather like a haiku chain, and in a good way.

Your poem really rings true with me; I think you have genuinely and insightfully captured these haiku-like, visual moments from the airplane window. They are like snapshots which, together, form a visual narrative.

I have felt just like this myself when on planes; you have captured that snapshot-sense one gets from the window most effectively in your words. I am always impressed with a poem which paints so well with words, which shows rather than merely tells.

I would call this a very effective poem, one which communicates successfully, and taps into shared experience and observation.

Thanks for sharing it with us, my friend and fellow poet.

Respect and solidarity,

+Stevie