Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Monday, January 10, 2011

Travel On

Travel on, restless one
Seek your fortunes
Find your gold
Save your maidens
Slay your dragons
Be brave, be bold.

Travel on, restless one
Climb your mountains
Reach your peak
Cross your oceans
Tame your jungles
Know you're not meek.

Travel on, restless one
Your journey waits
You must fly
You'll find your treasure
Back at home
It is I, it is I.

submitted for Poetry Potluck, week 17

Thanks, Jingle!


Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis Hall said...


you are the treasure at home.
awesome take...


Lolamouse said...

Jingle: Thanks so much! Not used to writing for a theme but am enjoying the practice here. Been about 30 odd years since I've written much. Feels good to do it again.

hedgewitch said...

Direct and simple, but still not too sweet. Has an almost nursery rhyme timeless feel. Liked it.

Maggie said...

How sweet. : )

Rachel Hoyt said...

Such a great message... I imagine from mother to child? This is the kind of thing I imagine a parent saying to their child around the time of high school graduation. You worded it beautifully. Thanks for sharing and thanks for visiting my blog!

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Anonymous said...

Great poem. The journey is always to home.

Anonymous said...

Thanks for the lovely participation, Happy Tuesday!

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Crayotic Ramblings said...

I love this for obvious reasons. This is wonderful, love.

Jingle said...


happy Birthday post for you..

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