Mind’s Eye Travelling

The thing is, when I’m sitting here
and outside it’s cold and raw
I don’t need to dress up warm
to find the places I adore
For travelling within Mind’s Eye
is a special thing
as it allows a freedom
only it can bring

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Travelling West

It’s dark outside, this early hour
the night is not yet done
Yet I’ve been up for quite some time
For me the morning’s come

Ahead for several hours
a journey beckons me
Travelling down to Cardiff
from Sussex by the sea

Sitting by the Sea

I’ve sat by the sea in Croatia
I’ve set by the sea in Spain
I’ve sat by the sea in Turkey and Greece
but it’s never quite been the same

I’ve sat by the sea in Gibraltar
I’ve sat by the sea in France
I’ve sat by the sea in Montenegro and Crete
but it’s always like taking a chance

Angel of the sky

16 of 16 in the Jemverse ‘Venetian Vistas’ series

Holidays are exciting
in lots of different days
For when you’ve finished cruising
then you take to the airwaves

And our Tui flight this morning
is the ‘Angel of the Sky’
From Dubrovnik in Croatia
to London Gatwick we will fly

Zadar

8 of 16 in the Jemverse ‘Venetian Vistas’ series

The Roman forum’s vista
looks to ‘Jadransko More’
Its marbled stone-clad ruins
On the Dalmatian shore
Where Zadar’s Saint Donatus
with Byzantine aplomb
borrowed Roman architecture
to build its walls upon

Bar’s absent castle

3 of 16 in the Jemverse ‘Venetian Vistas’ series

Apparently there’s a castle
in Montenegro’s Bar
“Ten minutes walk” the tour guide said
“It’s really not that far”

But we could find no trace of it
It simply wasn’t there
even though we had a map
and looked ‘most everywhere

Adriatic Sunset

2 of 16 in the Jemverse ‘Venetian Vistas’ series

As Adriatic sunset came
the sun fell on the sea
and glinted golden on the waves
where it shone brilliantly

Dubrovnik

Part 1 of 16 in the Jemverse ‘Venetian Vistas’ series

Flew into Dubrovnik
Walked round the city wall
It really was quite beautiful
with plenty to enthral

The views of Adriatic
seas with islands in the bay
was really quite breathtaking
and spectacular I’d say

Holiday IV

We’re Adriatic sailing
Be gone for several days
Hiatus from the Jemverse vibe
Whilst he’s out on the waves

Holloway Circus

So I’m sitting in a hotel room
A pagoda down below
Traffic on the circus
Moving family slow
In Birmingham on business
But I’ll be home tonight
And tomorrow I will have the sea
Back within my sight

Open

Open your footpaths, for are we not all travelers of the road?
I say to death with your walled gardens, to death with your gates,
to death with all the looming towers of 900 rooms for a dozen men;
I say, let’s put back the prairie grass, let’s call home the deer
and have them roam, shoveling the forests with trodding hooves
so we may stroll behind their journeys, hearing trees purr.   

Come on, let’s travel!

Image, Shutterstock

Come on, let’s travel!

Birmingham

Part 1 of 6 in the Jemverse ‘At Home’ series

At home on a Sunday
is where I’d rather be
But I’m travelling to Birmingham
a long way from the sea
Five hours on a railway train
to reach my destination
with a good book and some music
to ease my consternation

Travel

*Alliteration Poem – Travel*

7th Oct’17  ~by Venkat

Thunders throng, torches twirl
Tusks tainted, timber tracks
Tropics tussle, tepid trunk
Thud trees, thud thoughts
Twisted tyres, tracks torn

Santorini

Part 5 of 20 in ‘The Aegean Shores’ series

Into the caldera at dawn
Golden tinge to the sky
Santorini all around
with Thira way up high

Anchors weighed, we drift
The tenders to the sea
Ferries to the waiting land
Sheltered in the lee

Trespassers, delay and rhyme

Waiting for a railway train
to take me to my home
I’ll sit and write a poem
on the station on my own
It’s peaceful here, conducive
to find a little rhyme
and scribble down a verse or two
line by line by line

Return

When I  opened the door

It was like revisiting a book I had set aside

Trying to remember the plot and the main character,

Myself, and my part in the story

Departure

It all started with an idea 

manifesting

to a penciled entry on my calendar

Later changing to ink.

As the date drew closer and closer

Loose ends started appearing everywhere

Coming out of crevices

I didn’t know existed.

We Are Connected

Credit : my own : en route to America via Korea

Passengers on a journey to a place they must go
They talk about things no one else will know
Weave a story and maybe add some spice
To make their simple lives seem quite nice

Into the Wind (haiku)

Like the feathered flower
so the transient traveler
into the wind

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from Dark Side of the Moon

Rhythm of the rails

Rhythm of the rails
strikes a resonant chord
Music for the morning
and the commuter hoard
Newspapers folded
Tablets fired up
with caffeine boosters
from paper cup
Gathering momentum
into the Weald
Heading for London
through Sussex field

Into the sun

I’m heading east to Essex
It’s very wet out there
There are raindrops on the window
But I don’t at present care
For I am warm and dry
On a quiet commuter train
On my way to Southend Central
Quite protected from the rain

Travel & flowers

It’s going to be a busy week
and I’ll be travelling a lot
So I’ll not mind so much
if the weather’s not as hot
London now it’s Monday
Southend on the morrow
Then Lincoln Thursday morning
returning Friday when I’ll borrow…

Saturday Service at the Church of ING

Dank air, thick and heavy
As gaseous molasses,
lazily ferments in this amber rusted barrel
Of soulful blues and bad tobacco.

Faithful, old drunks slowly sway,
Inebriated from breathing kill-devil air.
They sing wailing gospels of woe
In harmony with Lucille on the record player.

Excited

I’m on my way to Gatwick
to board a big jet plane
which’ll take me up to Glasgow
on my travels once again

Flying

Flying over cities is glorious
London’s furnace reaching for the sky
The nested curving of Amsterdam canals

London

Sirens. Busses. Polluted air

Millions of strangers, none of whom care.

 

Hard-faced ladies. Unloving boys

Dirt. Construction. Non-stop noise.

Oval

The amazing oval ceiling
of the Corn Exchange in Leeds
Once famed for giving merchants
a place to barter seeds