BEATING HEART

BEATING HEART
"Many a beating heart is silenced by the tyranny of indifference." ~Michael Faudet

THE PUREST PLACE

THE PUREST PLACE
"Retrace your steps and go back to the purest place in your heart… where your hope lives. You’ll find your way again.” ~Everwood (Trust Your Journey)

The Bible says

"a man's life consisteth not in the abundance of things which he possesseth."

24 April 2024

PITY THE NATION

Lifted from English Literature

Pity the nation whose people are sheep,
and whose shepherds mislead them.
Pity the nation whose leaders are liars, whose sages are silenced,
and whose bigots haunt the airwaves.
Pity the nation that raises not its voice,
except to praise conquerors and acclaim the bully as hero
and aims to rule the world with force and by torture.
Pity the nation that knows no other language but its own
and no other culture but its own.
Pity the nation whose breath is money
and sleeps the sleep of the too well fed.
Pity the nation — oh, pity the people who allow their rights to erode
and their freedoms to be washed away.
My country, tears of thee, sweet land of liberty.

~Lawrence Ferlinghetti

Book: Ferlinghetti's Greatest Poems

23 April 2024

I AM

By Leah C Dancel



I AM

There can be no other
I'm only one Me:
One soul, one heart, one mind.

I may share attributes with others 
Whom I call soulmates 
Or twin from different mothers. 

I am unique 
Fitted with flaws and imperfections 
I walk the talk; at times I screwed adrift. 

I play down self-righteousness 
It's not in my blueprint's template 
I am just me, the who I am.

I am as you are:
A human, a person
A woman of substance. 

Molded and developed 
With humane persona 
I am both a giver and a taker.

I am
A woman:
A lady of will.

©️ Leah C Dancel 
Copyright ©️ 22 April 2024
All rights reserved 
THE COLOUR CITY
Central West - AUSTRALIA

21 April 2024

THE LAST EMPIRE

Posted at PSCS
22 April 2024


THE LAST EMPIRE

She's the Rose of England
The land where kingdoms hailed
Kings and Queens that poets deified
In verses, hymns and proses scribed.

A queen destined to reign the land
At ten, her fate divinely designed
She took the vow in faithfulness declared
Short or long, the longest she ruled.

She severed empires to give in freedom
To sovereignties to lead their own
And kept those who are willing
To get under her vast dominions.

Today, most empires are gone
Consigned to history till they last fit
New leaves and pages are being quilled
Mostly by red blood of deceit and conceit.


©️ Leah C Dancel
Copyright ©️ 22 April 2024
All rights reserved
The City of Colours
Central West, NSW

20 April 2024

PALINDROME: BINX

21 April 2024
Orange NSW 
 



Under the table 
Outside 
Bathing in the sun
Keeping warm.
After play 
His space 
Alone.

Leah C Dancel 
21 April 2024

APRIL HAIKU: SUNRISE

Written in Orange NSW

SUNRISE 




Glinting rays over 
The rooftop of sleeping hosts
Town awaken by.

Leah C Dancel 
#haiku 
21 April 2021
Colour City 


DAFFODILS by William Wordsworth

Lifted from ENGLISH LITERATURE
18 April 2024/FB

"DAFFODILS" 
(I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud)
By William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

Analysis;
"I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" (also commonly known as "Daffodils") is a poem by William Wordsworth that is known for its celebration of the beauty of nature and its ability to bring joy and happiness in times of despair. The poem is written in the first person, with the speaker describing their own personal experience of wandering through a field of daffodils.
The poem is divided into four stanzas, each of which describes a different aspect of the speaker's experience. The first stanza sets the scene and describes the speaker's feeling of loneliness as they wander through the countryside. The imagery of a cloud floating over hills and valleys evokes a sense of isolation and detachment, which contrasts with the vibrant and joyful scene that the speaker is about to encounter.
The second stanza describes the moment when the speaker comes across a field of daffodils. The imagery of the daffodils stretching in a "never-ending line" along the shoreline creates a sense of awe and wonder, and the comparison to the stars in the Milky Way emphasizes the vastness and beauty of the scene. The use of the word "host" to describe the daffodils also suggests that they are not just a random collection of flowers, but an organized and purposeful group.
The third stanza describes the speaker's emotional response to the scene. The use of words like "gay" and "jocund" suggest that the sight of the daffodils has brought the speaker a sense of happiness and pleasure. The phrase "I gazed—and gazed—but little thought / What wealth the show to me had brought" suggests that the speaker did not fully realize the impact the daffodils would have on them until after they had seen them.
The final stanza describes the lasting effect of the daffodils. The use of the phrase "And then my heart with pleasure fills / And dances with the daffodils" suggests that the sight of the daffodils has lifted the speaker's spirits and brought them a sense of joy and happiness.
The poem is also known for its use of imagery, particularly the image of the daffodils dancing in the breeze, which creates a sense of movement and liveliness that contrasts with the stillness and isolation of the opening lines. The poem also makes use of personification, as the daffodils are described as "dancing" and "tossing their heads" which imbues them with human-like characteristics and adds to the lively and joyful nature of the scene.

17 April 2024

HAIKU 2024

Posted at ILA
17 April 2024
HAIKU POETRY DAY 
By Steve Lyman 

TRILOGY



#1
A summer rose buds 
Draw their last blooming saga
Petals wilt and die.

#
The leaves are falling
Trees stripping off their old barks
Twigs and limbs weakened.

#3
It's Fall,  but, Autumn
Down Under changing season
Cool nights, slumbering.

Leah C Dancel
17 April 2024



FLOWERS 


Though flowers may fail 
To win a heart, hard to win
Handle them with care.

Leah C Dancel 
17 April 2024
PSCS 


ROSES

Let thy love be known 
With roses that spark romance
To sweet lady fair.

Leah C Dancel
17 April 2024
PSCS 

Dedicated to Eve Sison




 

15 April 2024

WHEN MORNING COMES

Poem by Lenore Caytiles


When Morning Comes

When morning comes, welcome it with a smile
No matter whether the clouds are white, black or gray
And the skies clear or not
Whether the day is sunny or gloomy
Just be thankful.

The morning is always beautiful for it is the beginning of a new day
A new day has come to give us hope
The pain we felt might be gone
Another chance to do better
and difficult tasks done.

Time to start a new beginning
Time to take a new road if the other way didn't turn out right
Time to view the world with the brightest hope
Leaving all the blues and the pains behind.

Tire not. 
Do not give up for this tomorrow might have the best for you.

April 15, 2024
Sunrise in Carmona. Cavite

31 March 2024

THE SOLILIQUY OF THE SUN

31 March 2024



The Soliloquy of the Sun
By Rado Gatchalian

I look at the East
And bow down 
To the moon and the stars,
The glittering lights
That strike my soul —
It vaporises my fullness
And it makes me whole.
But as I stretch my sight
And dare to look Him in the eye —
I become blind,
And never shall I see again the visible.
But as I hide for thousand years —
Slowly within me,
A humble monk of no dogmas,
I shine like sunlight,
Like petals in the ocean,
Quietly waiting for sunrise.


"Look to my coming at first light on the fifth day. At dawn, look to the East.” 

~ Gandalf



23 March 2024

A NEW SEASON

By Leah C Dancel
24 March 2024



A NEW SEASON 

Waking up to a new season's day!
Cool and cosy 
Driving me alive and esprit!

By the window's seen that majestic sky
Behind a nature's screen in green
That promises a colour void of strife. 

Five fingers leaf climbers portray 
A renaissance of early autumn crisps
This awning highlights a refreshing view. 

Quietly as time goes by 
No one dares to disturb
The silence of the sphere. 

©️ Leah C Dancel 
Copyright @ 24 March 2024
All rights reserved 
SH-AUSTRALIA

21 March 2024

SOLITUDE

By Jeffrey Cejero
22 March 2024



Solitude
by jepoy

From dusts, I am created
Aided  by the burning compassion
Of the flowing river of time
And the void turning into a space.

It was not easy for me to exist.
Everyday is a silent cold war
But still I decided to fight
In a battle where destiny is the victor.

From a distant, I watched in silence
Those glistening gems under the heavens
And I dreamed to be like them someday
Until this wish turned into a star.

I flexed my good traits
Twinkling, smiling at all times
Hope these acts could help brighten the sky
But I was judged for being too flashy and arrogant.

I asked the cloud to cover me all the time.
I begged the moon to outshine me in all nights
And if ever, you never find me
It's all because, in solitude I find my peace.

WHEN I AM OLD

Lifted from FB
Rumi and Spirit Quotes 
22 March 2024


Photo credit to the owner. 


WHEN I AM OLD

When I am old...
I will wear soft gray sweatshirts...
and a bandana over my silver hair...
and I will spend my social security checks on my dogs.
I will sit in my house on my well-worn chair
and listen to my dogs breathing.
I will sneak out in the middle of a warm summer night
and take my dogs for a run, if my old bones will allow...
When people come to call, I will smile and nod
as I show them my dogs...
and talk of them and about them...
...the ones so beloved of the past
and the ones so beloved of today...
I will still work hard cleaning after them,
mopping and feeding them and whispering their names
in a soft loving way.
I will wear the gleaming sweat on my throat,
like a jewel, and I will be an embarrassment to all...
especially my family...
who have not yet found the peace in being free
to have dogs as your best friends...
These friends who always wait, at any hour, for your footfall...
and eagerly jump to their feet out of a sound sleep,
to greet you as if you are a God,
with warm eyes full of adoring love and hope
that you will always stay,
I'll hug their big strong necks...
I'll kiss their dear sweet heads...
and whisper in their very special company....
I look in the mirror... and see I am getting old....
this is the kind of person I am...
and have always been.
Loving dogs is easy, they are part of me.
Please accept me for who I am.
My dogs appreciate my presence in their lives...
they love my presence in their lives...
When I am old this will be important to me...
you will understand when you are old,
if you have dogs to love too.

-Author Unknown

20 March 2024

TOWARD ETERNITY

By Emily Dickinson
Lifted from English Literature 



Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –
And Immortality.

We slowly drove – He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility –

We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess – in the Ring –
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –
We passed the Setting Sun –

Or rather – He passed Us –
The Dews drew quivering and Chill –
For only Gossamer, my Gown –
My Tippet – only Tulle –

We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground –
The Roof was scarcely visible –
The Cornice – in the Ground –

Since then – 'tis Centuries – and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity –

EMILY DICKINSON

 

25 February 2024

WHEN I THINK ABOUT MYSELF

By Maya Angelou

When I think about myself,
I almost laugh myself to death,
My life has been one great big joke,
A dance that's walked
A song that's spoke,
I laugh so hard I almost choke
When I think about myself.

Sixty years in these folks' world
The child I works for calls me girl
I say 'Yes ma'am' for working's sake.
Too proud to bend
Too poor to break,
I laugh until my stomach ache,
When I think about myself.

My folks can make me split my side,
I laughed so hard I nearly died,
The tales they tell, sound just like lying,
They grow the fruit,
But eat the rind,
I laugh until I start to crying,
When I think about my folks.

@Maya Angelou

Source: American Literature 


14 February 2024

IF A SEAGULL CAME

Lifted from Mir of Lisbon

"If a seagull came"
bring me the Lisbon skies
in the drawing I made,
In the sky where you look
It's a wing that does not fly,
take a nap and fall into the sea.

What a perfect heart
a battery in my chest
my love in your hand,
That hand where it fit
perfect my heart“

Poem by Alexander O'Neill

1 February 2024

WHEN YOU ARE OLD

Lifted from Grace Celeste Chan

"WHEN YOU ARE OLD" 
by William Butler Yeats

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

(One of the last poems that W.B. Yeats wrote. Born 13 June 1865 – Died 28 January 1939)

Image of W.B. Yeats public domain by Charles George Beresford via Wikimedia Commons.

31 January 2024

A DISTANT SCENE

By Leah C Dancel



A DISTANT SCENE

Let me dream about you
While sailing away towards the sunset
Let me gaze into the twilight
With mind undazed by its golden kiss.

The tranquil mood of the sphere
Is hearkened by the moon rising above.
I'm enamoured by its alluring light;
Softly touching my bassinet of dreams.

Will you meet me on this quiet night?
That gently tucked me in a  zephyr's bliss.
I heard your voice from a distant scene
Whisked by the wind in a whisp'ring swirl.

The sunset lingers on this summer night
Where strands of wisp clouds floating in the sky
Resplendent in its aureate robe
Like a crown that illumines the throne.

©️ Leah C Dancel
Copyright ©️ 31 January 2024
All rights reserved
SH-AUSTRALIA 

Info: Colnect 



30 January 2024

IN SEARCH OF DEAD MOMENT

Shared with permission from the author.

In Search of The  Dead Moment 
(Published by Delhi Post, India)



The moment of my cry!
Still springing over me
As I ran back the glaring reminiscence
A funny fly touched my eye
An amazing feeling, body quivered
And a wave of hoarse sounds of infancy
Murmured in my ear
The nature made me dumb and blind
Though I was not my own creation
Blew in its light in freedom
 
My cry from birth to the third year
Were but a vague memory
I rushed to find the moment
Whenever I was with my innocence
My mind recounted towards the years
And mind blows in a cool grin
Till silence prevailed
 
My birth to the land
The sacred gift of glory
The moment of closing eyes
It’s remained unchanged to see
As my ears were bearing echo
 
Keeping me on my past
Was I hurting my mother?
Oh! She was the pawn of nature
Her mind always in my eyes
And my innocent eyes playing
Beyond the world.
 
Tears in my eyes along with past
It stopped when I felt
Could I ever hear by my naked ears?
To make my mind as fair as blue sky
 
I ran my line along with moment
As free as highway in loneliness
To bring a point of my cry
To know what I didn’t hear
I should wipe out the teardrops
From my mother’s eyes
In my privilege over my past
 
Yet, I was living with my nature
In search of my dead moment
I shouted through my voice, forlorn
To see and feel my infancy
 
In my mother’s liberty
My eyes would gaze in her eyes
I would be transmitting my sound
Beseeching with a continuous echo
Staying beyond my privilege
Waiting for my dead moment

(C) Hum Ale
(2000) 

Comment:
Very charismatic, nostalgic, poignant. A lovely reflection of youth of how much you have remembered in bringing honour in memory of your dear Mother. Its depthness (and I won't mention a tinged of regret) is one I can relate, perhaps, others too. Excellent narration, with rhythm that accentuates the whole story. Great write my Friend.


THE AUTHOR 

"Writing has been an awesome experience in my literary journey." ~Hum Ale


 Hum Ale is a Nepalese born writer, poet, tennis player, traveller and who works in a bank-related environment.  He's a prolific writer and a patriot known for his burning passion about his country. In spite of his status in life, he remains a humble country boy at heart that is central to most of his writings to which he is proud in showing off his idyllic village for its green beauty and tranquillity beyond description. 

His writings are dished in reflective, poignant and moving nostalgia of his  sentiments about life in general: family, youth, work, adventure, travel, environment and politics. His truths are pretty much of a two-edged sword. 

He's also a published author in many books of poetry he has written and some were published in other periodicals like the one mentioned above. 

I knew him through ILA Magazine (INTERNATIONAL LANGUAGE AND ARTS), a poetry group founded by Annette Nasser of the USA.

COMMENDATIONS:

Hum Ale; an exemplary multidimentional personality; an established international poet; who laid and crossed many remarkable milestone in his successful journey. Keep up your literery journey towards the summit of literature. Best wishes our beloved Bhanja Babu. ~Babu Ram Poudel
 

28 January 2024

SAVE ME OH LIGHT

By Leah C Dancel



26 February 2023
Norah Heads Lighthouse


SAVE ME OH LIGHT 

Save me oh Light 
Send your beacons bright
Save me from this perilous sea
Shield me from the terror of the deep
Where darkness live that I cannot see.

Hear my plea oh Light
Succour me from this hour of night 
My faith rekindles and is put to test 
In you all my hope rest.
Your beams will rescue me from perishing.

©️ Leah C Dancel 
29 January 2024
SH-AUSTRALIA

Lifted from PSCS 



DEVINUWARA LIGHTHOUSE 

Country: SRI LANKA 
Series: Lighthouses 
Date Issued: 03 December 1999
Emission: Commemorative 

This stamp gives me an inspiration to write this poem. 






26 January 2024

I LOVE THE SUNBURNT COUNTRY

By Dorothea Mackellar



 

My Country – I love a sunburnt country

The love of field and coppice,
Of green and shaded lanes.
Of ordered woods and gardens
Is running in your veins,
Strong love of grey-blue distance
Brown streams and soft, dim skies
I know but cannot share it,
My love is otherwise.

I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of drought and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror –
The wide brown land for me!

A stark white ring-barked forest
All tragic to the moon,
The sapphire-misted mountains,
The hot gold hush of noon.
Green tangle of the brushes,
Where lithe lianas coil,
And orchids deck the tree-tops
And ferns the warm dark soil.

Core of my heart, my country!
Her pitiless blue sky,
When sick at heart, around us
We see the cattle die –
But then the grey clouds gather,
And we can bless again
The drumming of an army,
The steady, soaking rain.

Core of my heart, my country!
Land of the Rainbow Gold,
For flood and fire and famine,
She pays us back threefold –
Over the thirsty paddocks,
Watch, after many days,
The filmy veil of greenness
That thickens as we gaze.

Dorothea Mackellar

25 January 2024

AUSTRALIA DAY 2024

26 January 2024



Happy 36th AUSTRALIA DAY 🇦🇺 
To Me

On barbie plate
Chops and snags will sate
My empty guts and tummy sac
Wrapped in thick buttered bread
Toss in fried onions
Spread a barbie sauce.
Toe the line, all is free
No push, no rush
Be nice, be kind.
Smile a friendly grin
Wide and toothsome;
Greet all's g'day Mate!
Australia Day is here to stay
All skins in, nobody's care 
Spread the blanket for family to sit
Beside the esky of beer and drinks 
Let kids let loose
Let them run around
To chase the icecream van, 
To pick a waffle, one or two
Filled with fancy flavours 
All they want 
Ozzie country music blaring,  
And folks a dancing 
While others wait for fireworks 
To shoot into the air.
While bats are hov'ring
round and round 
In hundred flocks,
They speck across the sky
As the sunset plume a show.
AUSTRALIA DAY to me is freedom 
Of fair go, and Mateship uncompared
A country free the world envy
A country I now call HOME!

©️ Leah C Dancel 
Copyright ©️ 26 January 2024
All rights reserved
SH-AUSTRALIA 
#australiaday2024

20 January 2024

PETS

21 January 2024



PETS

JENNY,
a golden fish,
died of unknown cause, sadly.
She lived in a Fish tank at home.
Marco was so upset.

Her mate,
old Jeremy,
feeling lonesome, was let go
into the big water to live
with all other fishes.
It's not
easy to bid
goodbye to Jenny and her
mate Jeremy, so dear to us.
It's a teary farewell.

Pets of
any kind do
give us joyful company.
They're a part of us, every  day:
Their presence is a gift.

©️ lcd
21 January 2024
Pensee Poetry 



THE STORY

Gold Fish Tragedy
By Leah C Dancel 
21 January 2023

When you woke up in such a discomfort and a sad news met your dreamless sleep that we lost Jenny in a tragic end, the night before. How she died, it was nobody's guess as she was looking well and good the other day. There was no noticeable sign of lethargy from both Jenny and Jeremy.  But the Lady of the House was the first to have noticed that one of the precious gold thing was floating, lifeless. It must have had been in distress for a while.

Today, the homeowners, especially Marco, the pet caretaker, decided to take Jeremy, the surviving gold fish to a new home in a waterhole in the wilderness. 

It was a kind of unspoken sadness, that created a vacuum in our hearts. We deeply feel sad, but in silence. The moment Jeremy finally has gone out of sight, the Lady of the House gave the poor thing her Last Salute.

Goodbye Jenny. Goodbye Jeremy. May you both be happy where you belong. We gonna miss you heaps.

Photos: SIMMOS BEACH, Fifth Avenue, Macquarie Fields

14 January 2024

DAYDREAMING IN WINTERLAND

Posted at PSCS and shared on my FB Timeline

Published in The Philippine Community Herald News founded by Evelyn Zaragoza.


DENMARK's Winter Wonderland on Stamp issue highlighted in this dedicatory poem.

I have no other information to offer other than this brave soul daydreaming under a  Snowy sky.



DAYDREAMING IN WINTERLAND
(To King Frederik X and Queen Mary of DENMARK)

At broad daylight in a daydreaming trance,
With clouds pouring tears amidst the festal dance;
Soft rain look like pearls of exhilaration 
And the crown of glory creates jubilation. 
A new sovereign king and queen are hailed; 
With throng of thousands came; their love prevailed. 

The dear old Monarch who's lavish in munificence;
Ruled her kingdom with sublime grace and resilience. 
Admired and cherished by all the lands;
Even the clouds above adored where she stands.
A beamish pride, the new King and his lovely Queen warmly  waved to the crowd; 
His daydreaming ceased, as King he vowed.

©️ Leah C Dancel 
Copyright ©️ 15 January 2024
All rights reserved 
SH-AUSTRALIA 
#DENMARK 
#coronation
#daydreaming 
#clouds 

Edited by Jadj Dancel

Comments:

"Expressive ‼️" ~Nestor Punzalan Crisostomo 

"Well versed, expressive & on point." ~Teresita Sy Giok Liong

"A lovely piece of respect for the monarchy of Denmark..👌 Love the Daydreaming stamp 🥰 Pleasant read.. Thank You for sharing this.. 💕🙏❤️" ~Steve Lyman,  ILA Admin

9 January 2024

ENNUI

Shared with permission from the author:

by Gus Perez Amio
10 January 2024
 

ENNUI

The tedious hours tick into a dreary day
Listless
Amidst the humdrum, into relevance I digress
Waiting
This stolid countenance, unnerving and stale
Calls for
Something that wends the mind to connect
A spark
In the doldrums, a selcouth feeling aroused
To last


NB


Thank you ILA MAGAZINE for this citation.


DREAMTIME TRAVEL

Posted at ILA
Backroads and Byways Challenge 


DREAMTIME TRAVEL
(BACKROADS AND BYWAYS)

Travelling alone at my own pace
Gives me freedom and space;
To relish the beauty of a journey 
With ample breathtaking views at liberty. 

The train I'm on, go fast and slow. 
In every nook and cranny, it leaves me
Feeling with vim, vigour and zest;
It's a country train I'm on, going west.

Passing through a scenic mountain range: 
The alluring vistas  have no end;
Along a zig zag rail in the midst of sylvans' trail;
Under long dark  tunnels,  there's both chill and thrill.  

Valleys down the valley of blue haze 
Covering the landscape behind the maze
Of rugged terrain and sandstone walls 
Weaving wild imaginings at sunset, when twilight falls.

Echoes of myths these mountains breathe 
Whom people keep their honour and respect 
Native legends are bound by a legacy 
In dreamtime folklore,  their ancestors lay.

The train I'm on go fast and slow
For travellers like me wanting to know.
How vast these mountains can keep abreast -
The stories of old I heard in the west. 

©️ Leah C Dancel 
Copyright ©️ 27 December 2023
All rights reserved 
SH-AUSTRALIA 
#ILA MAGAZINE 
#BackroadsandByways
#RoadTrip

NB

Along with three other poets,  I've been honoured to be published at ILA Magazine  with my humble contribution as I took part on a ROAD TRIP - Backroads and  Byways. 

In most of my travels in a  literal sense, it's always the scenic countrysides that swept me into a dreamy state especially if the trip lasts 3-4 days. I have the habit of taking mental notes whatever experience I encounter in my travels. 

In a metaphorical perspective,  travelling backroads and byways gives me a sense of freedom,  boosts my confidence,  a feeling of restoration, an escape from the suffocating pressures from our mundane world.  

In every line each poet unravels her/his mind and unleashed her/his thoughts that our journey here on earth is manifested by all kinds of challenges each of us has to face.  Every byway,  every backroad is only a segment of that road trip. What matters most is that, we arrive safely in our destination with memories we choose to keep.

©️ Leah C Dancel 
17 January 2024