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PostPosted: Thursday, 23 August 2012, 16:06 PM    Post subject: Row 22, Seat J Reply with quote



ROW 22, SEAT J


The airplane moves
The "Please Fasten Seat Belt" sign comes on,
I feel around this strange jacket,
it belongs to another man,
I'm looking for a smoke.
This other man,
who died an hour early
was a lifetime smoker
yet..
smoking would not kill him..

The sun shone brightly out the window
as the Captain introduced himself.

I am seated in row 22, J
By a window
Because I took him early,
This man,
Alex,
is still with me
He is worried about his wife,
Loretta
"what will she do without me?"
I give him no answer.

The plane begins it's ascent

Suddenly,
I feel "her" presence again
Is she here?
Who is she?


no matter,
I must relax
I know I have 15 minutes
before the man in 2B
will change the world.

Under me,
The view of Logan Airport
grows smaller.

The young woman in the next seat smiles
She feels lucky
She doesn't know it,
But I can sense the Crohns disease
that almost took her life last year

I smile back.

Outside my window
I see we are in a cloud
Inside my mind,
Alex wants my attention
but I ignore him.
How could I explain?

There is a commotion at the front of the plane
Our flight attendant vanishes behind the curtains
No one near me looks worried.

Once again, I feel her presence
I close my eyes and try to find her,
but she is not on this plane.


Suddenly,
Screaming from the other side of the curtain,
business class..
A man has died..

His soul,
not much bigger than a firefly
Is drawn to me.
I open my mouth
and swallow it.

Those around me look worried
Something has happened on the other side of the curtain,
But only I know what.

The man in the seat before me
unfastens his seat belt
He stands up and looks around.
I avoid his eyes
He disappears behind the curtain
only to re-appear moments later
Followed by another man.

"Stay in your seats!"

The woman next to me looks away
No one dared to speak a word.

Outside,
The wing dipped a little
We are turning.

Someone behind me was crying softly.

Over the intercom:
"We have some planes
Just stay quiet and you will be OK
We are returning to the airport
"

Two minutes later
I felt the plane turn again.

With the fear building in the cabin,
my hand started shaking
I no longer felt Alex in my head
He now understood.

The woman next to me noticed my hand
She looked at me
I met her gaze.
"It will be all-right" she said
"We are just going back to the airport".

Again,
I looked away

I knew we had 20 minutes
I wished I could smoke,
I reached in Alex's pocket and felt his pack of cigarettes
but I left them alone.

A few minutes later a flight attendant returned
She was in distress
She had blood on her uniform
Her hands were shaking worse than mine.

She looked around for something
but didn't find it.
So she left again..

Looking out my window,
I could see the tops of the clouds
But there was one cloud that drew my attention..

It was glowing..

Tuning out everything around me,
I focused on that cloud.
Then I saw HER.

it was only for a moment
but it was her
And for the first time,
I knew her name.

Lydia..


This vision was shattered
when someone shouted
"We are losing altitude"

The woman sitting next to me
leaned over my lap
to see out the window better.

"That is not Boston"
she said,
"That is New York"

I could see the outline of the towers
We were on their level
I knew I had only seconds..

At that moment,
I undid my seat-belt to stand up
but someone, from behind, held me down.
I turned around to look,

It was Lydia..

She smiled at me
the moment our world exploded..


It would be over a week before rain would fall again in New York
and with that rain,

my tears...


On what would be known as "ground zero"
a sea-gull is searching though the rubble,
He is after a ring I dropped on the plane
it once belonged to a woman I loved
named Lydia..


2012



This is a sequel to my poem 7 Seconds which tells the tale, from a reapers point of view, of three girls who lost their lives on a bridge when a train catches them in the middle. In this poem the challenge was how to get this reaper on American Airlines Flight 11 before it crashed into Tower One, and my answer was to have him take one of the passengers life a little early and become that person. The passenger I chose was named Alex Filipov and he sat on Row 22, Seat J.. next to the window. Next to him sat Robin Kaplan, who only a year earlier almost lost her life to Crohn's disease.
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PostPosted: Thursday, 23 August 2012, 16:26 PM    Post subject: Reply with quote

I will need to read this again, to completely understand it.

I never make a comment without reading first. I have read it, but I need to read it again. Will comment more then.

~ Hugs Jan Smile

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PostPosted: Thursday, 23 August 2012, 16:30 PM    Post subject: Reply with quote

Fantastic story, Daniel. It had me on the edge of my seat.

I alternately thought of the speaker as the grim reaper or a terrorist. Don't know if this anomaly was my denseness or some lack of editing to be more clear.

Again, fantastic story!!!

Peggy

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PostPosted: Thursday, 23 August 2012, 17:35 PM    Post subject: Reply with quote

thank you both for reading..

I'm afraid it would help if I had a link to the "7 seconds" poem but I can't seem to find where I would have posted it here.. however, to explain..

the speaker is a grim reaper.. he shows up where people are going to die so he can collect their souls (in this poem you see him doing that by swallowing them). In the first poem, this reaper is haunted by a past he doesn't remember (the woman, who we learn is Lydia) and an urge to smoke. The first poem begins with him smoking a cig. on the bridge, watching the chldren walk across the middle while waiting for the train only he knows will suddenly show up around the corner.. at the end of the poem, he has left the cig. butt as evidence he was there so he sends a sea-gull to fetch it for him.. When I knew I was going to write this sequel, placing him on one of the airplanes during 911, I knew I needed to figure out a way to get him on board the airplane (with the passenger list, every one on board would be known so I coudn't have him buy a ticket and sit in his seat)

I was lucky to find the real seating chart for AA flight 11.. Then I did research into the way the true event played out and I realized that ALL of the hijackers on that plane sat either in first class or buisness class.. which was only the first third of the plane.. The majority of the passengers would have not witnessed the stabbing and taking over of the airplane 15 minutes into the flight.

In writing this, I looked up alot of the obituarys of those who died on that flight, read their life stories and looked at the seating chart to see who sat next to who.. I was surprised that only 1 married couple was on the plane, for the most part.. everyone else was strangers to each other.

I'm sorry for what might be confusing with this story.. this reaper himself is confused with his own past and considering this is told in his words I had to make my reader confused as well..

love you all, thank you for reading me.

~ Daniel
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PostPosted: Thursday, 23 August 2012, 18:49 PM    Post subject: Reply with quote

Daniel,

Why don't you post the 7 seconds poem next?

Thanks for the clarifications.

Peggy

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PostPosted: Friday, 24 August 2012, 5:51 AM    Post subject: Reply with quote

I agree with Peggy, post the 7 Seconds, next.
I looked for it, but was also unable to find it.

I would really like to read it. Thank you!

~ Hugs Jan Smile

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