Random Word Poetry: The Voyage

Odilon Redon, Flower Clouds

The Voyage

Some seek the omniscient,
yet even stars die. There is no
all-knowing.

I am on, not a race, but a voyage,
swaying, tranquil, sharp, teeny, huge,
redundant—and full of surprises—a snap, a glow,
like a blue-eyed stare
from a black-and-white portrait.

A journey that weighs the ancient
and the now. Not apathetic,
aware.

Savoring the bite of cheese,
the scent of clover, a kiss—folding
them into time’s handkerchief, tucking
them away into a pocket of my mind
to hold, till I become a memory, too.

Do I have things to do? Oh well. Jane posted words from the random word generator, and of course, I couldn’t resist.

32 thoughts on “Random Word Poetry: The Voyage

  1. Wonderful use of the words generated (quite a list!) and I believe we are all on our own journey, filled with ups and downs, joys and sorrows, surprises and mundane… Lovely!

  2. I love everything about this poem! These lines went into my favorite metaphors/similes folder (a two-fer!).

    like a blue-eyed stare
    from a black-and-white portrait.

    Savoring the bite of cheese,
    the scent of clover, a kiss—folding
    them into time’s handkerchief

  3. I think of a journey as linear: begin here and end there. However, your last stanza gave me pause with the expression: “folding them into time’s handkerchief.” Not linear, perhaps circular, like eternity–maybe something else entirely. Hmmmm!

  4. A wonderful bittersweet write, Merril.

    Somehow your writings are like my Art Gowns.
    You have style which shows in your writing. I have style when designing the gowns. You are skilled with many writing techniques. I am skilled, utilizing much technique, a dying art though is mine.
    You use anything around you, photos, paintings, challenges, generator words, the oracle, the river.
    I use anything…old fabrics, tear apart old clothes, curtains and pillow cases, $2.00 a yard fabric that’s been in a bin on the street outside a store for years, wine corks, saved bubble wrap, old ties, etc.

    Anyway, I admire your art!

    • Thank you so much, Resa. That is a lovely comment and compliment. Your art is lovely–the sketches and sewing. I can’t sew at all.
      I know thought about it that way, that I can use anything to create a poem. 😀 I suppose anything can inspire.

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