Greetings Toads!
Happy Summer (or Winter as the case may be)
Toad Ella has passed the challenge torch to me. She has managed to pry me away from summer fun (craziness) with this challenge:
"write a poem about your travels in life .. the magic of what you found. Perhaps one of your fondest places and how it captivated. Perhaps you could write it with a few map terms."
(I failed miserably with the map terms, sorry.)
One would think after a long career in travel management, this would be a simple challenge for me. {It wasn't} Memories of countries I've visited, countless adventures, fascinating people, tradition and culture I've immersed myself in ~ all of those memories came flooding back.
Thank you Ella, for giving me pause to reflect ~ and for trusting me with THE TORCH.
In April I sailed from the coast of Florida to Barcelona on Holland America's Nieuw Amsterdam ~ my first Transatlantic cruise! I've sailed more than a few times, voyages lasting seven or fewer days. Island hopping the Caribbean or cruising along the Mexican coastline tends to make one think (in an emergency) returning home would not be problematic. I mean seriously .. it's not like you're smack dab in the middle of an ocean!! Cruising for a fortnight feels different. It took a while to settle in, relax .. let the waves take me where they would ~ now to the matter at hand, poetry.
Atlantic Bathymetric Map ~ using color to show ocean depth ~ wikipedia
Old Woman and the Sea
a slight rumble under my feet
barely discernible
ship horn deep, resonant
mooring lines released, setting sail
blowing kisses to strangers on shore
toasting them with champagne
sunbeams playing hide and seek
in my wind blown hair
drawing in a deep breath
staring as the gap between
ship, shoreline widens
feeling small, invisible
floating into a watery
unfathomable no-man's land
no turning back
no point of return
watching as we slice
through waves rising, falling
gentle swells stirring emotion
seeker of peace, the ocean
sunlight fading to dark
night sky filled with stars
space traveler
spirit and soul floating free
mid ocean, miles from
nearest sliver of land
surrounded by deck walkers
gourmet cooks, gamblers
sweet friendships flourish
nothing remains hidden
on this private island made
of steel and glitz
a fortnight to reflect
changed by the sea
i bid her farewell
we will meet again
17 comments:
Helen, you've managed to portray both wanderlust and peace ~
What a wonderful surprise to find your personal challenge here this morning, Helen. I love to travel to foreign shores - there is a particular sense of freedom in leaving the known world behind but I also understand that separation anxiety that trails behind the first few days.
This verse really stood out for me:
sunlight fades to dark
night sky fills with stars
space traveler
spirit and soul floating free
Deep, deep sigh...
Really Helen... this is so beautiful... travelling is such a bliss... you really made me feel like i was standing on the deck of a ship ready to sail away... the first staza which talks of the slight rumble under your feet makes me nostalgic in a way... Amazing!!
I love these lines:
"watch as we slice
through waves rising, falling
gentle swells stirring emotion
seeker of peace, the ocean"
There is a fluid feel in your ways. I am reminding of how it feels when the boat kisses the wave~
Bluetiful! Summer challenges are tough. The wanderlust of summer takes us away-as you poem did for me!
Hey Helen-- lovely poem-- agree with what all have said but you also bring out the odd mixture of desolation, nature, and floating city! What with all the gamblers and gourmet cooks! Thanks. K.
Helen,
Your poem captures the sea voyage so well. Makes me want to book a cruise today!
Beautiful, Helen!
I love this so much, Helen. Especially "seeker of peace, the ocean".....and the image of the "space traveler" on the deck watching the night sky........I can feel how restful and reflective such a cruise must be. You took me there, I was in the deck chair right next to you.
Helen, this is such a beautiful expression of sea and soul. I know the feeling of standing on the deck and peering into the infinity that is the night sky. Such a moving piece...
You have me on the ship, Helen. We are on the seas, sailing. Don't forget the chocolate candy on your pillow.
On April 15 we were in Key West. On Friday the 17th we took a shuttle to Ft. Lauderdale in the afternoon and boarded the Emerald Princess for a cross-Atlantic. After several stops we were in Southampton, U.K. on May 3rd and stayed in London until the 31st. We did leave for four nights in Wales and another night staying with friends in Northampton.
This will be our last for this as our daughter and her family will come home to stay after being in London five years.
I hope this gave you a feeling that we and our ships 'passed in the night.' That's what reading your lovely poem did to me. Thank you.
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Thank you, thank you for reading, appreciating .. commenting!
Helen
I love how nothing is concealed on the steel island of the sea...the peace of the ocean resonates with me, too.
What a lovely response to this personal challenge, Helen!!
It must be so amazing to travel so much!
I like this part: no turning back
no point of return
Helen, I marvel at your journey and wish you all the best ~
Grace
hey, space traveler!
my wanderlust has been sparked. now what do i do?!
this is lovely, Helen. bon voyage!
And you said this was difficult!!?
It looks so relaxed, so you. I noted the candy on the pillow comment smiled. Who wouldn't find that fun! XX
If you eat the candy as you get into bed, do you have to get back up and brush your teeth? ha ha I have never been on a cruise, but the "spirit and soul floating free" is a pretty cool idea.
Really a vivid capture, Helen(sorry to be so late to see this.) I'm afraid that while I would love o journey like that, my fears of falling, flying and drowning pretty much limits me--still I'm not yet afraid of the car, so that's something. That picture of the empty ocean and limitless horizon is starkly beautiful. A great response to the personal challenge.
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