I travel, alone, to far places,
My mind, at times, wishes me to see,
Exotic thoughts my penned hand releases
In verse, prose fashion for posterity.
I am never given an itinerary
Nor even a definite length of stay,
Much less even a guaranteed stipend
For words I've written to this very day.
Much less even a guaranteed stipend For words I've written to this very day/// beautiful and superb poetic expression
Michael, this poem is true for so many of us. But oh, the places you've seen! Visited only by those whose imagination knows no bounds. : -)
" My mind, at times, wishes me to see, Exotic thoughts my penned hand releases In verse, prose fashion for posterity" . The imaginative mind of a poet leads him to write even things beyond his reach. Beautiful. Please kindly check my poems HOPE and THE BEAUTY OF DEATH and leave your comments.
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I would like to translate this poem
A poignant bit of verse written with conviction, focused and factual. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.