Full Moon Poetry: Two Hearts, One Prompt

Poetry collab with Carla and Danielle

This space is dedicated to the magic of poetry. A collaboration between two inspired writers, wanting to dive into the art of writing poetry.

Every month, around the full moon, Carla and Danielle will each share a poem inspired by the same prompt for that month. Prompts are written and chosen by Danielle and Carla as well.

This Month's Prompt: Journeys & Transitions

"I'm sitting at the airport..."

What stories unfold in those liminal spaces between departures and arrivals? Two poets share their unique visions of a moment we've all experienced yet each perceive differently...

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Danielle's Poem: Full Circle

I am sitting at the airport

On those plain blue seats waiting

To board my first flight on my own

I brought my

Sense of adventure

Willingness to learn

No connection to home

Along with six months worth

Of baggage, to live across the ocean

From all that I’ve ever known

Years later

I am sitting at the airport

With the same carry-on that I pack

every time I leave home

I have my book, clothes and laptop

Packing to leave is a weekly ritual

I always have some other place to be

I ask myself if it will ever stop?

Even more years later

I am sitting at the airport

But this time I am in the car

In one of those busy arrivals lanes

Waiting to pick up my cousin

To take her home

I look forward to hearing about

The places calling her name

And seeing her pictures

Like I was asked after every time

I had stepped off an airplane

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Carla's Poem: Between Departures

I’m sitting at the airport…

And I can’t find my phone.

I don’t want to miss my flight.

Should I stay or should I go?

I’m sitting at the airport…

There’s families all around

Little ones asking how does a plane work?

Angsty teens with their heads in their phones

And mom is looking panicked, counting in her head, “do I have everyone’s passport?”

I’m sitting at the airport

There’s guys yelling at the bar

A couple of beers in front of them

A couple of beer in front of him

I’m sitting at the airport

And there’s a woman alone

A backpack full to trim

A pair of boots hanging off the back

Looking like possibility

Looking sad

Looking like something’s out there she’s determined to find

I’m sitting at the airport

And I found my phone

I didn’t miss my flight

And I should always go

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Which poet's journey resonated with you? Let us know in the comments or share your own airport experiences and reflections. Join us next full moon for a new prompt and two new poetic explorations.

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