Some people are perfectly happy with familiarity. They travel down the same old road… the one with a direct path to yesterday and the day before and the day before that! But as life rounds the bend to the great unknown, I want to journey on new roads – the back roads and side roads; roads I’ve never been on before. It’s taken me years to be able to travel, but each moment spent in awe witnessing the world’s treasures is well worth the time it took me to get there. I’ll be traveling again soon, and will no doubt post new photos and stories when I return!
Photo taken in the gardens at Kylemore Abbey in Scotland
It isn’t easy…
balancing life and its pain
with life and its joy
For RDP: Balance
Photo taken at the Titanic Museum in Belfast, Northern Ireland
In the sluggish haze of morning I notice a door
which I cautiously approach and find is open.
I pause but can’t resist crossing the threshold.
Ignoring the lump in my throat,
I toss apprehension aside and begin to explore.
I sense I may have already been here,
in another time, another space, another “me”.
Soon I realize this is where I
neatly folded my dreams and packed them away,
finding them easier to forget than to pursue.
I gather my empty hopes and lost ambitions
then tuck them, one by one, into a box I once discarded
by the door. I think how fortunate it is that I stumbled
across them now, at this very moment,
when I need them the most.
I pass back through the door with my box of dreams,
a prized possession I clutch tightly to my chest.
A creak of the door tells me it has closed behind me.
A click of the lock suggests I’ll never be going back.
There is no need—I found my dreams!
This poem “A Box of Dreams” is featured on vox poetica today.
Thank you, vox poetica!
Yesterday I had toast for breakfast, with a little butter, of course. It was nice and crisp. Neither good for me, nor bad. Just nice. This morning I had toast for breakfast, with a little butter, of course; except today I added honey…and cinnamon…and sugar. It was so good; my favorite way to eat toast. I couldn’t dawdle or the honey would run through my fingers and down my sleeve, but I enjoyed every minute! Life should be like that – enjoyed before it runs through your fingers and down your sleeve.
My response to today’s one-word prompt: Crisp