Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte

Writing 201: Poetry – Ode – To A Passport

on February 25, 2015

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.

8 responses to “Writing 201: Poetry – Ode – To A Passport

  1. Silver Threading says:

    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.

  2. vivachange77 says:

    Thanks. I’m sorry you couldn’t fit poetry into your writing projects. You’ll enjoy it when you have more time. ❤

  3. I of July says:

    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 🙂

  4. vivachange77 says:

    Interesting thought. I wonder.

  5. I loved the last line where you changed it up with traversing “my inner landscape and learned to be free. ” Wow!

  6. I like the play on physical travel and soul searching here!

  7. vivachange77 says:

    Thanks, always, Christy.

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