Where dirt roads were without directions or landmarks (unless you were from there, then you knew to turn at the corner where Kenneth’s house used to be). How often I traveled the six dusty miles into town. There, streets had stop signs instead of stop lights and were lined with houses that I knew what they looked like inside, and who was sitting around the kitchen tables (many of them, my relatives). Life took me far from there, four states away, and my time spent on those dirt roads and quiet streets have been few and far between. On Mother’s Day, my voice travels back on a different path, to be at that place once again…I’m grateful for the visit by phone, but there’s no place like home.
the road less traveled
is the one that takes me home ~
time to plan a trip
Shared at Poetic Bloomings
jump flights have landed me
far from home,
that are so unfamiliar.
It’s not so Easy.
Shared at Poetic Asides
Worst case / Best Case / (Suit)Case Closed
with stage four cancer,
and wins big.
What’s your plan for the money?
Trip to Italy!
Besides being a Shadorma, this is sort of a “Found” poem, as I read this headline: “Man with stage 4 cancer has big plans for his lottery winnings“, just before I read today’s prompt at Poetic Asides.
beneath a blanket
of a star-filled sky
my heart soars
on a spotlight
Written for Poetic Asides 10th Annual Poem A Day Challenge – Day 10
Cheating slightly to catch up, this is a mash-up of the “Travel” and “anti-form” prompts from Days 10 & 11.
Photo Credit; Arja Kiki Kivi
soaring as if on eagle’s wings
I rise above the clouded sky ~
the sun’s warm rays penetrate me
my lover’s wanting gaze
Posted for 100 Days of Summer 2014 (Facebook Group): 12 ~ Yellow. Also posted for Micro Poetry: Ryuka, another Japanese poetry form.
Thank you to fellow challenge contributor, Arja Kiki Kivi, for letting me use your photo for my poem.