Fly me to the moon
clouds tomorrow’s captives
reflect yesterday
The WordPress photochallenge is Mirror
Fly me to the moon
clouds tomorrow’s captives
reflect yesterday
The WordPress photochallenge is Mirror
avian wings spread
man strive for winds of change
flight patterns the same
The WordPress Photochallenge this week is “Look Up”
So many great things to see as you are looking up in our world – enjoy.
Lift, weight, drag
nature needs no calculation
elements take flight
*
birds effortless soar
seasons provide inspiration
view from the eyrie
*
uncontrolled the wind
my mind shifts to the stars
blinded by moon dust
The prompt for Poet’s United Midweek Motif is “Wind Power.”
Photo: Exhaust pipes Space Shuttle Discovery ©moondustdesigns 2014
They looked up to the sky
wondering how the birds might
Men in their minds worked
puzzling over to flight
Time after time they tried
always another glitch
falling apart at the seams
so unlike the finch
trials they persevered
eager to gain height
broken bones and wings
brothers were named Wright
higher and higher we fly
looking beyond the loon
forging a further frontier
what marvel to walk on the moon
***
It took commitment (day in and day out) for men who wanted to fly to build that dream. It takes (daily) commitment, a focus forward, and stamina to strive toward a relationship with our God.
“Brothers, I do not consider that I have made it my own. But one thing I do: forgetting what lies behind and straining forward to what lies ahead.”
Philippians 3:13
Shared today with the folks at Poet’s United Poetry Pantry.
Do you (in love) fly too close to the sun only to melt in disappointment?
Why did you like Icarus fly
toward the sun
on waxen wings
of love’s ill
begotten current
**
why did you not learn
that icy love melts
fool’s promises
never last
long
***
why don’t you perch
on this strong arm
frail, battered bird
until you try at flight
again
Photography: “Evening’s Last Flight” L. Moon 2012 © All rights reserved
This year for A to Z challenge, I am using the Nautilus as my inspiration all month. The shell has many chambers (at least enough to fit all the letters.) You will find poetry, You will find some dark stuff (as I am attempting to branch into the horror genre), You will also see a smattering of short stories or prose (some with children in mind) others as lessons that we can all learn from. I look forward to meeting you and getting to know some talented writers over this month long writing journey. Please check over at the A to Z challenge and see what they are up to; they are a fine bunch of folks.
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We all know about the Wright brothers. Oroville and Wilbur were either two insane individuals or visionaries. Probably a combination.
They were not the first to consider the effects of flight or the last. There was the myth of Daedalus and Icarus. The story of a man and his son who made wings from feathers and wax. Icarus flew to close to the sun and his wings melted. Icarus’ beautiful flight tragically ended as he plummeted to the sea.
Recently, I attended the memorial of a dear cousin. My cousin from a young age had a fixation on mechanical things and aviation. One day he experimented with the laws of aerodynamics and the laws of gravity. He equipped his five-year old sister with a very large umbrella and instructed her to hold on tight as she jumped from the roof of the house. His sister jumped and saw that gravity is a stronger law than aerodynamics as she became one with the ground.
My cousin continued experimenting with small machines that were intended to fly out of mower engines and the like. Finally he gave up on creating his own flying machine and took to the air in machines constructed by Cessna and Lear. I used to fly with him when I was a kid and even though he would pull some stunt flying he always did it safely. Over the years – He had some near misses with weather and guerillas.
I was impressed by the number of lives saved because of this one man who would fly donor organs all over the nation – no matter the weather.
Of all his passengers, his sister (at five ) was the only one who ever sustained injuries. She never flew with an umbrella again but she had plenty of delightful memories with her brother the pilot who saved lives.
Thanks Taygete05 for the photo
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