This rocky land
This forlorn place
This world in
Shrouded grey
This forlorn place
This world in
Shrouded grey
Beyond the straight
A farther shore
Receding
In the mist
Tag: travel
Bridges
There is a bridge
From here to anywhere
Though oft I cross
In naught but metaphor
From here to anywhere
Though oft I cross
In naught but metaphor
Still, if I land
On farther shores
Though metaphor
They be
This Wintry Road
This wintry road I travel by
Takes me through a country wide
Feathered here and there with buttes
Which break the plain to just one side
Takes me through a country wide
Feathered here and there with buttes
Which break the plain to just one side
A single car approaches me
Then whistles by
The last I’ll see
Before sky fades and daylight flies
Withering ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #54
Look at you!
Said the stone
Sun has had his way
Now you are naught
But gray
And withering
While I?
Sun has burnished me
Patinaed stone
Bright red, you see
Said the stone
Sun has had his way
Now you are naught
But gray
And withering
While I?
Sun has burnished me
Patinaed stone
Bright red, you see
Cruise or Hover
Cruising through
This exquisite solitude
Gift of remote places
And empty highways
This exquisite solitude
Gift of remote places
And empty highways
The specks
On my windshield
Remind me
Revel in this experience
Darkness Falls
Darkness falls
Upon the desert
Driving daylight’s
Golden rays
Beyond the Earth
Upon the desert
Driving daylight’s
Golden rays
Beyond the Earth
But at the edge
Brief silhouette
As sunlight rages
And resists
Golden sunrise
Like a gold bar
Perched on horizon’s edge
The promise of a new day rising
A wealth of potential
Infinite possibility
Perched on horizon’s edge
The promise of a new day rising
A wealth of potential
Infinite possibility
Beyond what I can see
Sometimes
The road goes ever on beyond
The pow’r of eyes to see
The road goes ever on beyond
The pow’r of eyes to see
It carries on
Through lands unmarked
To where I cannot be
Though straight it drives
‘Cross many miles
It never does arrive
Test of Mettle
I love a deserted beach
On a hot day
With a cool onshore breeze
The surf a subtle metronome
Counting out my breaths
A calming solitude
Existence
Languid, placid serenity
On a hot day
With a cool onshore breeze
The surf a subtle metronome
Counting out my breaths
A calming solitude
Existence
Languid, placid serenity
I love also this frozen range
Its crystalline air
With a cutting wind
Driving the storm my way
Stealing my breath
A vulnerable solitude
Presence
Aware, active vigilance
An Alien Beauty
I learn the bounds
Of my sense of beauty
When I see an alien eye
Rendering a familiar form
Of my sense of beauty
When I see an alien eye
Rendering a familiar form
I am transported
To other worlds
To other dreams
To other insights
I learn my bounds
Then extend them
Beyond what I’d known
Or even dreamed possible
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