Friday, December 9, 2011

With Real Toads: departures and arrivals

Fireblossom, of Shay's Word Garden, was just sitting on a toadstool minding her own business, when Kerry handed her a day on Real Toads, which she decided to call Fireblossom Fridays. For today's prompt, she posted photos of the beginnings and ends of journeys and asked us to write about arrivals and departures... a theme
right up the unfittie's traveling alley!
(The photos used here are
my own, posted for
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads.)

departures and arrivals
are the story of my life
I blog about them almost every day
most of them have happened
because I am the wife
of a man for whom Go's the game to play
we travel here
we travel there
in each and all directions
on airplanes
on cruise ships
in automobiles
and trains that have many sections
he swings through
jungles on ropes
while I sit beside waterfalls
then, later, we meet
for something to eat
in restaurants and dining halls
we use a map
or flip a coin
to plan the next day's diversions
whether to nap
or whether to join
in the organized excursions
we've seen a lot of the world by bus
but the trouble
with the world is
there's always more of it than of us
so I'm tired
and don't know
where to go next.


kaykuala said...

'Tired and don't know where to go next!' I like that. The tinge of humor in your writings is a come hither1


hedgewitch said...

Don't know whether to envy you, or hope you get a weekend at home. ;_) Sounds like a lot of fun, though.

Fireblossom said...

This is utterly charming, and yes, I guess this prompt would be perfect for you! hankls so much for being part of it!

Marian said...

fun! tough choice, nap or adventure :)

Raven said...

What a wonderful poem ... it if filled with infectious smiles. Good to see you again Kay.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Nap, definitely. Yet I still drool with envy over those who do flit about the planet. Good one, Kay!

Laurie Kolp said...

Sounds like an exciting life. Glad you're back to rest up. There really is no place like home.

Susie Clevenger said...

Great poem...a snapshot into your travels...get some rest and maybe you will be ready to travel again.

Kerry O'Connor said...

How lucky you are to have seen the world, with an adventurous husband.

Abin Chakraborty said...

the poem is posed between exhaustion and enjoyment with a wry smile...perhaps searching for self-made maps that refuse to come.enjoyed it.

Dave King said...

Not satisfied with life being A journey, eh? Your poem gives some insight into what it must be like. Thanks for it.

Mary said...

All of life is a journey, isn't it? It sounds as if you have really enjoyed yours... A nice write.

Visiting from RT.

Francisca said...

This poem is you, Kay. Should be engraved on your tombstone one day in the far future... LOL!!

Brian Miller said...

there was a season that i traveled much and took my wife when i could...had to give it up as it was too much...some days i miss it but most i dont...but i can relate....

Heaven said...

I envy you... I like to have this kind of journey but my work keeps me anchored.

Enjoyed this share ~

Jenn Jilks said...

This one is wonderful!