Yay! It’s already time for One Stop Poetry’s One Shot Wednesday! This week there is no photo challenge or theme so I picked my own Photoshop creation. This is a poem I did a few years ago so don’t go thinking I just whip this stuff out by the minute (could if I had absolutely no other responsibilities but would never wish for that). If you enjoy poetry you really need to check out their site. It’s fun to see what other writers submit. Hint: writers love to hear from people (that’s you)!
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One Aboard I ride on images and yesterdays A frequent flier beyond my years. Searching. Forgotten souvenirs. I read instructions, maps of where to go. What to see. Squabbles of digi- lines become my truth of shapes and signs.I sort through flat attractions to find bargain moments. Memories find my fingers like piano keys. Bumpy rides home. I shove trinkets– the coins of love’s greedy toll– down clinking pockets. My catch-all soul. I arrive at the station. Quiet. I hug the arrival of myself. Crumpled clothes. No time to unpack. I am where I am, but now I’m back stepping onto this noisy train, saying good-bye to me again.

February 10, 2011 at 2:07 am
Solid work & message, good flow.
February 3, 2011 at 6:32 pm
Wonderful journey of discovery, really enjoyed reading this.
February 5, 2011 at 1:13 pm
Thanks for commenting. Your poems are beautiful. I like your blog. Neat that that you sprinkle in bits of technical info, which I sorely need. Consider me an eager new student and friend!
February 3, 2011 at 9:08 am
I really love the opening. “I ride on images and yesterdays
A frequent flier beyond my years.” I was sucked in at those lines and had a lovely ride through the rest of the poem. I love the image and I love the poem you’ve created from it.
February 5, 2011 at 1:25 pm
I am wowed by hearing from you and so many other amazing poets. One Stop is awesome!! I smiled when I read that you picked Judy as your secret name. Us “real” Judy’s never hear of people naming their babies Judy, and it is a cute name if I do say so myself . . . Thanks for visiting!
February 2, 2011 at 6:24 pm
‘the coins of love’s greedy toll,’
really, really nice, and nice imagery throughout.
great to ‘meet’ you!
February 5, 2011 at 12:49 pm
Thanks Heather. Nice to meet you also! I love your poetry. I had a chuckle at your Dear Facebook poem and just shared it with my FB friends. I’ve always been pretty much a closet poet. When I was 13, my mom showed my notebook of poems to some visiting friends. I was so mad I ripped it up. I hate that memory and hate how much it must have hurt her. Now at 50, I know all that matters is that we all share our perfectly imperfect selves with each other.
February 2, 2011 at 9:26 am
I’ve never considered the journey of oneself to be anything but solitary and quiet and a turning inward. I love the imagery you’ve painted of traveling.
February 2, 2011 at 2:19 pm
Thanks for the compliment. Yes and in the midst of a gazillion people, places and things (noisy train) I hunger to turn inward, yet I wouldn’t trade the noisy train for anything! I enjoyed your blog too. I love how you are just all over the place: funny, helpful, mad, thoughtful, honest. Grannie Annie was hilarious. Thank your lucky stars for a mean ol’ grannie that loved you. I’m sure she’s very proud of you.
February 2, 2011 at 8:17 am
those brief moments we get with ourselves….a hug, shared moment…i want to cling hold on and not let myself go…then walk on….
February 2, 2011 at 8:52 am
Right on! I think the saddest thing is when a person doesn’t treasure the gift of one’s self, which in my book is the ultimate gift from God: the place where God resides, within our very being. Thanks for visiting. I checked out your blog. You rock! Literally!
February 2, 2011 at 6:21 am
A traveler’s tale told very well. I am a huge Photoshop nerd and love your creation in addition to your poem. Very nicely done Judy. Cheers
February 2, 2011 at 9:02 am
Thank you Adam. I am very tickled to hear from such an awesome poet! I love your stuff. I adore Photoshop. I’ve been having fun altering pictures (in other programs) for family greeting cards, etc. for years, but just recently started learning Photoshop. I never dreamed it was such a powerful companion for a poet (who can’t draw or paint . . .).
February 1, 2011 at 11:39 pm
The journey of life…it is a strange and funny thing. Varied and curious. We leave, we return, we go somewhere new…and it is the same for the person inside of ourselves, as well as any physical trek. It is growth. It is change. But always some trace of our self remains inside…
Well-visualized. And a very pretty little photoshop creation as well – nice start out for the imagery to come.
February 2, 2011 at 1:50 am
Hey, you get me! Thank you kindred spirit! I enjoyed your blog and poetry too.