He drives; I sit
armrests down
blanket secured
seatback reclined.
We are trucker-high
panoramic witnesses
living a transformer life –
retractable walls, 6 wheels
bus-like we navigate
destination discovery
former stagnation distant –
we are nomads, defying roots.
He drives, and I sleep
two old people undertaking
a journey of impermanence
thriving in each given moment.
(Today’s challenge is to write a paragraph describing some aspect of life and then by erasing words to create a poem.)
keep on truckin’ 🙂
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Do we ever lose the wanderlust?
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I remember when my children were young, we traveled in a camper. My eyes were mesmerized by the larger campers pulling in. Some years after my children were gone, we bought a larger one. Sadly, I disliked it immensely. I suppose bigger isn’t always better since I never liked our first one because I thought it was small.
You brought back good memories of days gone by for me.
Isadora 😎
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We think the next one will be smaller, but who knows. We live in ours full time and it is very much a home. Glad I could spur some memories for you.
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Ohhh, yes, you wrote about THE aspect of life most on my mind lately!! So anxious for the schoolyear to end, my teacher man to be freed to become driver for this nomadic mode. Delightful poem, VJ!
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Thanks, Jazz. I’m excited for you that you’ll be able to do the same.
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June 8 we depart!!!
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Woohoo!
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Love it!!!
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Thanks Terri!
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I love this one vj!
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Thanks!
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I love the feel of this…like time isn’t an issue, just going with flow of life…wherever that may take you!
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Thanks – this is living!
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