Image via http://www.sxc.hu
We know
it’s our unclaimed baggage
at the station,
more than a few lockers full.
We don’t go there,
travel light,
well enough,
without it.
But impossible journeys
plague
our dreams.
Love’s Journey
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life, or something like it, in poetry and photos
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That got me in the guts!
Life can be mean, can’t it? 😦
Lovely, BB!
Thanks, Sued
Perfect pic for your poem. We travel best when we travel light.
Sometimes it’s the only way to maintain calm in a relationship, Nancy.
A wonderful poem…just packed with deeper meaning….bravo!
Thanks, Charles.
Definitely has the ‘it’ factor, this one. Shrugging off, but the longing won’t go away.
Too true, Col. Thx.
A good one!
Thx, Tilly.
I very occasionally go back to that locker – only to grab one thing and leave the rest for later. Beautiful poem 😀
Sometimes, it bursts open under pressure 🙂 thx, Dianne.
That suitcase is so beautiful with its burnished leather, it invites me to open it. I say open it up and lovingly dispose of whatever you no longer need or wish to own. Goodbye and good luck to unwanted baggage. (So easy to give advice across the wide ocean.)
It takes two to open it up, Monica. A bit of a Pandora’s Box at times 😉
very good image, we all have so many suitcases…
That’s for sure, Benedicte! 😀
Isn’t the truth, though. I always take too much on a trip and never use it all and wonder why I did. Love the pic of the luggage.
Haha – true, Renee
mm yes i have boxes to unpack. it is a funny journey of releasing and holding.
Yes 🙂
Life and baggage, BB, thing is … if we don’t carry any, we’re not prepared for EVERY eventuality.. Sigh!! … Can you help me with this trunk?..;-) xPenx
Haha – let’s take the trunk to the tip, Pen
I am slowly but surely getting rid of all my baggage. Some things are still hard to look at and remain in the locker though.
I am glad to hear it, Adee. I think some things are best left in the locker, for the sake of peace.
travelling light in all ways makes life’s journey simpler, free to flow with the moment rather than stuck with the baggage … lovely poem and image bluebee 🙂
Thanks, Christine. Sometimes it is the only way to avoid conflict.
the path of wisdom …
This is an excellent poem bb 🙂 It brings images of snakes swallowing their own tails to mind (it’s a non-linear poem with the ending opening us back to the beginning – which is how dreams work really). The unconcious mind will always dredge up the bloody baggage, unfortunately – the conscious mind is stuck with the heavy duty work of dealing with the baggage in a constructive manner – I wish I could stop dreaming altogether sometimes.
Thanks, Gabe. A stellar comment, indeed. 😀 The snake image you draw is so apt. The unconscious mind does not let go, and shows the film of its choosing when left to its own devices during sleep, no matter how exhausting and distressing for its captive audience.
My comment disappeared 😦 I will come back with another one soon – it was such a good comment that I don’t think I can out do myself – bwhahahahaha)
Don’t you hate that?! Don’t leave me in suspense! 😀
I found it! In my spam folder…WP is confused.
I always check my spam – you never know when it’s going to suck up a legitimate comment 😉
How dare WP cast aspersions by putting you in spam, haha