You are my magic carpet, my open sesame.
You lend wings to soar to cities only dreamed about.
You hold keys to doors of other cultures.
Oh, small book, you spread a wide new world before my eyes.
Within your pages are the records
Of all the places I have visited abroad.
You hold records also of my different names and addresses
As I’ve traversed my inner landscape and learned how to be free.
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I love the last line… “As I’ve traversed my inner landscape and learned how to be free.” Great job. I got behind with my poetry. Alas, I will have to take the class again. ❤ I am enjoying all of your poetry instead.
Thanks. I’m sorry you couldn’t fit poetry into your writing projects. You’ll enjoy it when you have more time. ❤
that has been true even before the days of Nehemiah’s travels to Judea but who knows if in the distant globalized and technological future it’ll remain so 🙂
Interesting thought. I wonder.
I loved the last line where you changed it up with traversing “my inner landscape and learned to be free. ” Wow!
Thanks. 🙂
I like the play on physical travel and soul searching here!
Thanks, always, Christy.