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Baggage Check (or Lack There-of)

Baggage Check (or Lack There-of)

A Chapter by Constance-Outspoken

It's okay if you don't get it... It's one of those "this wrote itself for some godforsaken reason" sort of poems.

We embarked upon this journey
at the spur of one breathless moment,
without taking care in preparation,
since we thought we'd been there
so many times before

Caprice has its advantages, and yet
free spirits can cage one another

Setting out on this adventure, unwary,
we left our open luggage at the dock,
hoping that when we returned
everything within would be gone--
wind-swept out to sea

Whirlwinds don't swallow the things
we always wish they would

Laying out our things as we unpacked
we found our unchecked baggage full
of hideous, coarse, forgotten things--
now languidly sprawled upon our bed,
eying us with suspicion

Expectations are nice, if you meet them
only on their own terms

We embarked upon this journey
at the spur of one breathless moment
and I'm thankful we never prepared
because would we be here? or there
where we'd already been ?

Unchecked baggage can be chucked
into a nearby recycle bin

The adventure commences anew

© 2010 Constance-Outspoken

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This sounds like a relationship piece

I could be wrong, sometimes poems aren't meant
to be understood, it is only for the poet to understand

Like when you speak in tongues , only the Lord and the holy spirit
understand it

Great write Constance

Posted 8 Years Ago

Oh yes indeed... life moves at the speed of light or so it fills and spontaneity is a key to really living... sometimes we need to let go of things to move in a new direction... a really fabulous write.

Posted 8 Years Ago

bon of those "slow boat to china" kind of things...(It's okay if you never heard the' a real oldie)...

Posted 8 Years Ago

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Added on April 12, 2010
Last Updated on April 29, 2010



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