Traveler

The air feels cleaner in my lungs
when I’m there.
I taste mint as I gulp it down,
and the tingle of it runs
down the ley lines of my body.

Did a lamppost in the snow guide me there?
I probably already knew the way,
before stumbling across a worn book,
unnumbered, and hidden on a high shelf.

It is there I go, to remember what matters.
I drink from the well of heroes,
fan the spark of resolve inside me
until I know my heart again.

Perhaps it is strange to find comfort there.
Though unlike faerie gold, that spends true.
It costs me nothing, dispensing largess
in the form of words and verse,
leaving my version of a lamppost in the snow
to guide others in their travels as well.




This poem is in response to A Dash of Sunny's prompt, The Hidden Realm

30 comments:

  1. Whistles!!! Gosh this is absolutely incredible writing Rommy :D such a powerhouse of faith and emotion in your verse ❤💛 Especially love the images "It costs me nothing, dispensing largess in the form of words and verse, leaving my version of a lamppost in the snow to guide others in their travels as well." Beautifully penned. Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support ❤💛

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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    1. Thanks Sanaa. I liked playing with that imagery from one of my childhood's favorite books.

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  2. I like the idea of our bodies having ley lines. It rings true in so many ways. Nice write. :-)

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    1. I wanted something to convey the way a good story can thrill you down to your toes, and came up with that. :)

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  3. "I drink from the well of heroes,
    fan the spark of resolve inside me
    until I know my heart again." love the way the renewal of spirit begins...

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    1. Thanks! I wanted something with a bit of a mythic/ fairy-tale feel

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  4. Your third verse really resonates with me, Rommy. I do that too.

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    1. Fellow travelers often recognize one another ;)

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  5. Oh your words transported me back to Narnia...a world of imagination hidden in the realms of my youth XXX

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    1. One of my favorite series of books from my childhood. <3

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  6. Enjoyed this. Kind of you to share.

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    1. Very kind of you to keep reading. Thank you so much!

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  7. Great words Rommy! I love it all, but that last paragraph really sings to me! Beautiful!

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  8. What a glorious poem Rommy how easy it was to be there with you in that world especially dispensing words and verse that others could be guided by.

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    1. I imagine its a scene many poets can relate to. :)

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  9. How wonderful of you to share a glimpse into your place that matters. Hm, that sound slightly wicked, but you know what I mean. We all need that space--the one where we are always ourselves and we like the self we are.

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    1. ROTFL... the demented and slightly wicked always feel at home in my secret space!

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  10. I can relate to your place of respite,,, to 'fan the spark of resolve inside me
    until I know my heart again." Lovely words,,,

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  11. Love it, reminds me of how I escape in books!

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  12. Visiting From Prompt Nights....this was yummy as I swayed on your lines, like...

    'and the tingle of it runs
    down the ley lines of my body.'

    Beautifully penned!

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  13. I love that image of the solitary lamppost in the snow!

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  14. Love the lamppost with the Tuesday Platform lamp photo too. Terrific!

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  15. I feel a fantasy here. My favorite idea was your "version of a lamppost in the snow
    to guide

    ..

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  16. Narnia is one of my favorite magical places..I think it is part of where my love for snow comes from. :-) Thank you for taking me back there for a moment -- poetry & children's books are written into my heart! That tale was among the first read out loud to me by a teacher in my memory...Thanks for sharing.

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