C.D. Sinex

Bronze Star - 2,029 Points (Philadelphia, PA)

The Journey (Triolet) - Poem by C.D. Sinex

Adrift without paddles, compass or map
with no destination in mind.
The soft breeze caresses my back—
adrift without paddles. Compass or map
would simply imprison and trap,
setting false goals. What will I find
adrift without paddles, compass, or map-
with no destination in mind?

© C.D Sinex

Topic(s) of this poem: destination, journey, life

Form: Triolet

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 28, 2016

Poem Edited: Sunday, February 14, 2016

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