"Life is the dancer and you are the dance."
Eckhart Tolle

Monday, April 26, 2010

One rainy evening napowrimo #26

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 …

26 comments:

  1. 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!

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  2. Thanks JDM. This was really an experiment in trying to combine two poems. Not so easy and I am feeling a bit challenged right now.
    Pamela

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  3. 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.

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  4. Julie,
    You are so kind. I have enjoyed reading everyone's poems. I am just feeling like I am reaching really reaching ...
    Pamela

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  5. Really enjoy transitional poems, literally and figuratively. You really capture that essence. You could call this "Transcendental Airlines."

    Nicely done!

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  6. Mark,
    That would be a good title. I am not happy with the title I gave it. Thanks for the nice comment.
    Pamela

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  7. It's always a bit of a shock to me when things become clear. You have captured that moment quite nicely!

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  8. Marianne thank you so much! It is a bit frightening.
    Pamela

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  9. planes on tarmacs suggest such possibilities...nice job!

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  10. Erin,
    Thanks for the comment. And they do, don't they.
    Pamela

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  11. I really enjoyed that and I can relate to it too. I like it when I read a poem that I can relate to.

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  12. Susan,
    Thanks so much and I enjoyed yours.
    Pamela

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  13. Those threshold moments really are priceless. And in four more days we'll have to find a new challenge!

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  14. Francis,
    They are indeed. What to do after this is over? I hope we can all stay together somewhere.
    Pamela

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  15. 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.

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  16. well 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

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  17. mm yes airports, adrenalin, open space and crowds of people, strong coffee. haven't travelled in a while.

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  18. Pamela, this is a lovely reflection. Your imagery of planes landing and taking off, people coming home or embarking on a new adventure is awesome.

    Bravo!

    Shari

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  19. Wayne,
    I am trying Wayne. I am ...
    Pamela

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  20. Janet,
    I love airports so much activity and just the over all feeling.
    Pamela

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  21. Shari,
    Thanks and I too love airports.
    Pamela

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  22. 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.

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  23. Therese 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.
    Pamela

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