Destination calls
Beyond a pathless expanse
Beckoning promise
Tag: exploration
Columbus
Revered & Reviled
A man of his time
Ahead of his time
Discoverer & Destroyer
Of worlds
A man of his time
Ahead of his time
Discoverer & Destroyer
Of worlds
A harbinger
Of things to come
Of times extant
Of days which always were
And may always be
Until we find our way
To a better way
Create a better world
Depth ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #126
I seek the depths
Plummet through the layers
Finding comfort
In the silent saturation
Of unknowns
To be discovered
Plummet through the layers
Finding comfort
In the silent saturation
Of unknowns
To be discovered
Crossing Boundaries
To explore other worlds
I must cross the boundaries
I’ve erected to contain my own
I must cross the boundaries
I’ve erected to contain my own
Beckoning
You and I
Shadowed by
A dark’ning sky
Drawn to light
Far out to sea
Held at bay
By wave and tide
Hold my hand
We’ll venture out
Explore the beach
And detritus
Left behind
By seas withdrawn
In Wait
From the valley floor
I see
Some few imposing
Icy peaks
I see
Some few imposing
Icy peaks
But clamber up
One mountainside
And from atop
Discover
Endless array
Of pinnacles
Each mighty in itself
Waiting to be conquered
The Narrowing Road
The path I travel
Narrows in
The valley steepens
Clouds draw low
The road unmapped
The way obscured
Narrows in
The valley steepens
Clouds draw low
The road unmapped
The way obscured
Beauty is Beauty
I explore
I break trails
Find my way
Through unknown lands
To destinations yet
Undiscovered
Unreconnoitered
Unexpected
I break trails
Find my way
Through unknown lands
To destinations yet
Undiscovered
Unreconnoitered
Unexpected
This is what I live for
Finding a new path
To a beautiful place
Rarely visited before
But I live too
For the well-worn trail
The short, easy hike
To a well-known vista
Of no small beauty
The Lowest Road
This road
Between
The peaks
It cleaves
The valley floor
But I
Would climb
Into the sky
If I
Could find
A path
To take me there
But where
No path’s
Been cut
I have not
The will
To blaze
The trail
Up to
The heights
And so am I
Confined
To roam
The lowest road
Below
The sun
Between
The peaks
It cleaves
The valley floor
But I
Would climb
Into the sky
If I
Could find
A path
To take me there
But where
No path’s
Been cut
I have not
The will
To blaze
The trail
Up to
The heights
And so am I
Confined
To roam
The lowest road
Below
The sun
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