September 6, 2018
Sour Grapes Poetry Contest Sponsor: Mark Massey
Ten syllables/line, counted at PoetrySoup.com
My mother’s husband had a strong desire To earn his pilot wings in his own right Flying with his friend had stoked the fire His dear friend’s death stalled his return to flight As I looked on I wished for me it true To fly a plane had been my lifelong dream Imagine my joy when he asked me to Pursue the pilot’s license as a team His wife, my mother, did not like our plan She cried and urged that we should turn it down Afraid she’d end up losing both her men Our unfulfilled dream was a huge letdown To fly a plane, was a sad, stupid dream Don’t speak of it again or I will scream!
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