Sleeping In Airports Poem by Laoibhse Ni Canain

Wonderfully original in texture. ‘Just like an elastic band we snapped back, almost the same, but devoid of something’, is articulated beautifully. Perhaps, in part, an answer to your opening question. If it ‘snaps back’ is it not now certain, much as a rubber band is sure to do so. Alas, it may break and then certainty is no more. I loved the poem! Stone

awesome....i like your style quite a bit, very original. I feel like we write kind of similarly. Of the lines that caught my eye in particular were 'now it plays in my garden', i guess that could mean a few different things, and like alison said i was drawn in initially by 'when did this certainty become certain' hahah thats great. Your quite the effective writer, i will have to check out more! - david

Again, it is the first line that demands the reader's attention. Love the used car analogy (there is something unmistakable about the 'smell' of new) and the 'stacking of socks'. You have a great poetic style - masterful in fact and an emotional depth that is very appealing. love, Allie xxxxxxxxxxx

...extraordinarily well written, congratulations

Powerful analogies used here, sleeping in airports has the obvious connection but a sense of rootlessness, or statelessness, is not stated as much as hinted a symptom of the 'change' malaise. Fine introspection. Rgds, Ivan