New Questions of Travel

i just took a picture of this.

Great echo of Bishop in these lines, Gary. I like the notion that what we view - truly - is more a vision of the self. Yes.

Good poem. *

I second what Sam said about Bishop. "Question of Travel" came to mind. Good work.*

Not me, but I know plenty who are. I'm not a student of poetry, but I like the way this scans. *

We have lost that mindfulness quality of just "being." Fave*

Fave, Gary. For me,these are accurate lines expressed in a very good poem. I'm increasingly amazed that many, many folks can't seem to live within themselves anymore.

"We cannot bear the place we are
or is it just the who we are? "

Thanks to everyone for responding to this. I am happy that Sam and John talked about Elizabeth Bishop's extraordinary "Questions of Travel". It is among my favorites poems.

nice job.

Thanks, Brian.

Who we are? *

Captures one of the little pernicious tragedies of life in this newish century.

Makes me want to declare a weekly no-electronics day in our house--weekly.*

J. Mykell, thanks for the encouragement.

Thank you, Carol. Our distractions have distractions )especially each is a revenue stream...)

Thanks, Gary. The power to thumb one's way to Antarctica is addictive.

So excellent--reminds me to stop awhile in my moment without reaching for the next (or the camera). *

Thank you, Beate.

This piece really sent me thinking. Love it *

Thank you, Foster. Let's say I'm glad to return the favor.

In my twenties I developed a practice of finding the most precious rocks and shells, fingering them and appreciating them and then flinging them back to the sea. My minfulness meditation. Years later I'm a beach rock hoarder for my garden.

I missed this until now, but as the flame of the lamp in “Popeye and Aladin’s Lamp” and the Misfit in “A Good Man is Hard to Find,” say, I come from the no place. I go to the nowhere, and here I am. Nice stuff.

Check out the Popeye here.

http://youtu.be/WtoKDEufmw8

Enjoyed the Popeye. Though I always eat my spinach, I still feel like Samson, post-haircut.
Thanks for the response, Steve.

My phone has no camera and I prefer to talk to those around me rather than text. You know what that makes me?
A complete fossil!
THANK YOU for writing this.

Thank you, Gita. Thank you very much.

Nice.

Thank you, Roz.

This resonated.

Thank you, Isabell.