“Not all those who wander are lost” J.R.R. Tolkien
The Journey
Flying across the skies
Waiting for the price
At the end of the station
A promised vacation
The journey taken
Was not a long one
Each morning awoken
To the rays of the sun
Surrounded by history
Shrouded in mystery
Time spent on the beach
Bliss at hands’ reach
Enjoying each day
Life a large buffet
Until it was time
Back home to climb
“The journey begins” Gun Roswell
Beginning of a journey
Early rise, beginning the begin, with a smile
On the long train, on my way
Feeling the speed, for looking back, no need
Always on the move, finding my groove
The journey ahead, all my life to this lead
People passing by, giving me the high five
I know I’m on the right track, so giving myself some slack
Soon another place in front of me, and I want everything to see
Until the time, when the bells chime
As it’s time for me to move along
But not without singing a song
And with that, there is nothing wrong
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Photography /Poetry
Day Four_ Journey
* Today, write a poem about a journey. You could channel your excitement about a trip you’re about to embark on (or just returned from), comment on the mental progress you witnessed someone make, or focus on the struggles, pleasures, and extreme emotions that travel can bring about.
* Enhance your poem with a simile if you’d like — it’s a common poetic device that uses words like “as” or “like” to show similarity between two unconnected concepts.
“Never go on trips with anyone you do not love” Ernest Hemingway
A Journey to the Island
The long trip survived
We had finally arrived
For long the journey
Had been planned
Sometimes with moods of stormy
With many a doors slammed
But now, as I am sitting
A view in front of me fitting
My mood is calmer than the sea
And intentions anything but flee
We had finally arrived
Photography and Poetry: Camera Lucida Photo Challenge
Week Six: Journey
“Not all those who wander are lost” J.R.R. Tolkien
Camera Lucida Photo Challenge: Journey
Flying across the skies
Waiting for the price
At the end of the station
A promised vacation
The journey taken
Was not a long one
Each morning awoken
To the rays of the sun
Surrounded by history
Shrouded in mystery
Time spent on the beach
Bliss at hands’ reach
Enjoying each day
Life a large buffet
Until it was time
Back home to climb
Rantings Of A Third Kind 