Always another bend in the road
before we reach those we love
always another step to take
before were are home
always another hill to climb
before we are here and safe
The Daily Post Photochallenge for this week is On The Way. What journeys do you experience on the way?
In my shoes lays a trace
little flecks of sand
carrying vibrant still
stories and songs
I miss my summer friends
In my pocket my fingers lace
reminders of a far off land
memory the fibers fill
days that lingered long
I miss my summer friends
In my heart a place
little flecks of sand
the hour glass is still
places where I’ve gone
alas the journey ends
Wishing each of you sandy memories…
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
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?
turn the pages
at home with the locals
stamps on my passport
***
“A traveler am I and a navigator, and every day I discover a new region within my soul”. ~ Gibran
The Carpe Diem prompt is Travellers. Kristjaan talks about a particular group the Travellers (from Ireland.)
Somewhere between LAX, Charlotte and Baltimore
I lost my identity
in the airplane engine’s intake
(or in the Starbuck’s line)
I was sucked in
spun about
spit out on a cup
what remains are three letters
that don’t belong to me
I finger them
striving for meaning
squinting for an answer
“L” always a sexy letter
that looks better curvy
saying “linger on my loops”
“I” is almost floating away
in a cloud of after thought
at 30,000 feet
“Z” a backwards s
the sound buzzes through your teeth
rather than hisses
and where am I?
Drowning in remembrance
attached to another name?
or talking in strange tones
after too much helium?
gather up your bags
whoever you are
there is another leg to life’s journey
regardless of the name
Ever had your name spelled wrong? Been called something else? How do you respond?
All over the world
have I gone
each pin on the map
a smiling face
where you belong
your homes you opened
dirt floor or no
tiny rooms
on a small lift
you go
living with you
no matter no where
showed a window to love
generous people who cared
I have travelled all over the world. In many of my sojourns I have been welcomed into the homes of the people I have worked with. I have slept in a 1950 milk truck, the upstairs of a church, the dirt floor of an orphanage,..
Daily Post Prompt: If you could pause real life and spend some time living with a family anywhere in the world, where would you go? Anywhere / the world is filled with gracious people with open arms.
Photographers, artists, Anywhere / the world is filled with gracious people with open arms.poets: show us TRAVELS.
Photography images the © property of L. moon 2013
Ahh the delightful places people have gone:
Can you imagine what you could see
if you could climb inside of me
a window to another world
devoid of space and time
a place where travel is with light
and color is sublime
This week join The WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge as we jump inside. A great place for the imagination to frolic.
Always photography well worth viewing:
I’m always grateful for the little camera that fits in my pocket and seconds as a phone.
Travel is the iphotography challenge for Monday hosted by Sally over at http://lensandpensbysally.wordpress.com/iphoneography-challenge/
Today’s Daily Post Challenge is cross country travel
She left me today -here
the otherside of the country in her horizon
as I drove away
I could only see pink through my tears
Were I a bird
I’d be glad to see
my fledgling’s contrail
lifted high above the world
I put my daughter on a plane today and only had the foresight to take a picture of the beautiful sunrise that greeted my day as I traveled through tears.
If I had to choose the form of travel to cross the country it would be flying though I’ve driven by car
Photography: “summer awakens” and “morning world” © L. Moon 2013
Enjoy these excursions:
You stand so still these days
yet in each brick
I hear a phrase
“Gloria in Excelsis Deo”
**
Angels supplication
as your heart’s pour out
remove the suffocation
of these troublesome times
***
For peace our plea hear
good will toward all men
Women’s tears
bathe the earthen floor
***
mine mingle with theirs
in a unified Accapella chorus
that spans these years
between aged walls
Photography: “Sound in the Old Chapel” L. Moon copyright 2006
On a visit to UK, several of us chorused Christmas Carols (in August) in an ancient chapel. The harmonic tones rung so rich off those old brick walls.
Enjoy today at NWCU and Wednesday Wake Up Call hosted by Joanne Eliot.
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Gud skaper noko nytt ved sitt Ord og sin Ande, vi kan ta imot det i tru og få oppleve at han gjer sitt verk med oss. Hans skaparkraft verkar konstuktivt i våre liv og skaper noko som er verdifullt for oss. Naturkreftene verkar nedebrytande, i fylgje entropilova, men Gud er Ånd og det som er født av hans Ande består. Jesu frelsesverk er fullbrakt og fullkome. Han er den siste Adam, som er ifrå himmelen og som for oss har vorte ei livgjevande ånd. Han gjev oss den Heilage Ande frå himmelen av berre nåde. Han gjev oss det evige livet.
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