Nothing Higher #lifechallenges #poetry

As I tilted toward blue

frothy white below

unwilling to take a breath

for what if there were none?

                                                                                                                        *

skyward

hot Uganda Savannah

one more stop

 

As we wind our way to Uganda, we are uplifted by more than a plane. In Christ our hope is…

 

mdw©2017

Never Stop Learning #poetry #aviation

Edgars desk

Today- I watched a bee

as it circled ’bout a rose

examining too close

I inhaled with my nose

Today- I watched a deer

she hid amongst the trees

clever nature seems

camera only caught the leaves

Today- I heard a child

questioning things that flew

inspired eyes so blue

I grasp knowledge anew

(and upside down at times)

plane in clouds

 

Tell me and I forget. Teach me and I remember. Involve me and I learn.

Benjamin Franklin


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The prompt this week at Poet’s United is Teachers

Flying Home #poetry #photography

The goal of the Tan Renga Challenge is to write the second stanza of the Tan Renga. With that two-lined stanza (classical syllables count 7-7) you complete or continue the scene/story of the first stanza. You don’t need to use the 7-7 syllables count, but feel free to do so.

Here is my attempt to complete/continue this Tan Renga started by Oliana:

power-driven fowl

in rays of a setting sun
flies home           (Oliana)
anticipate journey’s end
waiting arms of a lover
airplane wing
Carpe Diem always has great prompts for haiku and in this case Tan Renga

Looking Beyond #poetry #aviation #columbusday

airplane engine

 

First day on the job

put away the dog eared manuals

unbutton the cowling

I muse:

she’s bigger in real life than the pictures

“no, I don’t need a rag

I’m not afraid of a little grease”

my hands caress her

cutting myself on a sharp edge

first blood spilt

I smile as my blood merges with oil

reminds me when friends became pinky pals

each day was an adventure

each flight paradise

the day I got to run up all four Pratt and Whitneys*

there was no need to fly

I was airborne in ecstasy

I wonder what Columbus’ first day at the helm was like?

**

In many ways as an airplane mechanic in the United States Navy, I felt like I was on uncharted waters. I was one of two women in a P-3 squadron of 100 men. I never minded getting sooty or greasy, but I know it took years for the airmen to believe I was worth anything but something to look at. I enjoyed being a grease monkey when women were still doing “girl jobs.”

 

 

The prompt for Poet’s United Midweek Motif is Exploring.

Photography:

Engine- photography moondust designs

Propeller – wikipedia 

P-3 in Flight Cybermodler 

 

And I was No Where at All #microfiction #travel #dpchallenge

Destination: no where at all

The words flashed on the screen in the airport.

I was glad to be on my last leg of my journey.

“Where was it the ticket said I was going?”

No matter the airline knows.

The pilot most certainly knows.

As I grabbed my gear,

a back pack that had once been a suitcase on wheels,

I ascended 4 metal steps on the bus.

I scratched my head at what should be unfamiliar.

There it was a seat – my temporary objective.

I smiled as I sat down into pleasant discomfort.

“I’ll order a coffee when the flight attendant comes by.”

Then began our journey on what must have at one time been round.

I saw long grey, fuzzy ears and remarked,

“One donkey is able to pull all of us?”

As I looked around, it was only myself and the driver.

Then after what seemed an interminable, short-time we stopped.

The donkey brayed unwilling to go a step further.

“This is the end of the road,” the driver said in a language I did not understand.

An old weather beaten sign said “You have reached: NO WHERE Population: Unknown

 

 

no where

Today’s prompt at WordPress is In Transit. I was feeling a bit Dr Whoish

Train stations, airport terminals, subway stops: soulless spaces full of distracted, stressed zombies, or magical sets for fleeting, interlocking human stories?

You are gone

We said goodbye

just yesterday

but you were

already gone

***

You left us with

some final thoughts

so much

to reflect upon

I know that you are

high indeed

flying above

and beyond

A love for you

it’s source will be

a love

to depend on

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