Under a full moon
smell the exhaust of planes
waiting on the tarmac
rain has just fallen glistening drops left behind
everyone waiting in anticipation
a plane takes off
one lands and hits the tarmac-hard
its engine begins to coil
someone is arriving home
or visiting a new place
thinking of starting my new life
it has all become clear
memories fade away
in my mind and my feelings
I fly …
Red Wolf Journal Spring 2014, and a fresh start
10 years ago
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Pamela, not sure if this kind of poem has a name but I think of these as crossroads moments. Here's hoping that all of yours are positive!
ReplyDeleteThanks JDM. This was really an experiment in trying to combine two poems. Not so easy and I am feeling a bit challenged right now.
ReplyDeletePamela
Your words always delight, Pamela. Deep breathing, we're almost at the end. You have been so generous in your commenting and your writing. You are an inspiration.
ReplyDeleteJulie,
ReplyDeleteYou are so kind. I have enjoyed reading everyone's poems. I am just feeling like I am reaching really reaching ...
Pamela
Really enjoy transitional poems, literally and figuratively. You really capture that essence. You could call this "Transcendental Airlines."
ReplyDeleteNicely done!
Mark,
ReplyDeleteThat would be a good title. I am not happy with the title I gave it. Thanks for the nice comment.
Pamela
It's always a bit of a shock to me when things become clear. You have captured that moment quite nicely!
ReplyDeleteMarianne thank you so much! It is a bit frightening.
ReplyDeletePamela
planes on tarmacs suggest such possibilities...nice job!
ReplyDeleteErin,
ReplyDeleteThanks for the comment. And they do, don't they.
Pamela
I really enjoyed that and I can relate to it too. I like it when I read a poem that I can relate to.
ReplyDeleteSusan,
ReplyDeleteThanks so much and I enjoyed yours.
Pamela
Those threshold moments really are priceless. And in four more days we'll have to find a new challenge!
ReplyDeleteFrancis,
ReplyDeleteThey are indeed. What to do after this is over? I hope we can all stay together somewhere.
Pamela
You have such a way with words! This poem got me thinking about all the would-be adventures that I let pass me by and made me hopeful. Great job, as always.
ReplyDeletewell done gain Pam....keep breathing.....just 146,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,044 seconds left...deep brathing in the downward dog....that should revitalize ya
ReplyDeletemm yes airports, adrenalin, open space and crowds of people, strong coffee. haven't travelled in a while.
ReplyDeletePamela, this is a lovely reflection. Your imagery of planes landing and taking off, people coming home or embarking on a new adventure is awesome.
ReplyDeleteBravo!
Shari
Ah, the anticip----
ReplyDeleteJessica,
ReplyDeleteThanks so much.
Pamela
Wayne,
ReplyDeleteI am trying Wayne. I am ...
Pamela
Janet,
ReplyDeleteI love airports so much activity and just the over all feeling.
Pamela
Shari,
ReplyDeleteThanks and I too love airports.
Pamela
Dan,
ReplyDeleteOh yes!
Pamela
from Therese B -- I have written several airplane poems! I love to read them, too. I think airplanes are extraordinary machines. They never cease to amaze me.
ReplyDeleteTherese when I was young I used to go to the airport with high school friends and watch the planes take off and land. I have fond memories of those times.
ReplyDeletePamela