Wednesday, January 23, 2008

bon voyage…

I saw the boat and knew I had to go.
I could not decide if I would sail or row.

City of Lights, she called to me.
I said, “I’m here. I will come to thee.”

I held my breath and then exhaled.
I smiled at the rowboat and then I sailed.

The shores were far, but it was time
to hit the sea and meet the Seine.

This poem was inspired by the accompanying photo (among other things) and is part of Christine's Invitation to Poetry found here. I hope you will join in the fun!


Tess said...


Lins Honeyman said...

Great stuff. This site gets better and better day by day. Thanks for setting it up.

Sue said...


I like the (almost) unbearable lightness of this poem :)

lucy said...

thanks, tess.

lins honeyman--(i just love saying your name!) i appreciate your enthusiastic support and you are most welcome :-)

sue--it's always a joy to catch some of your enthusiasm!!

sail on, everyone!!!


Your little poem is a winner; mine is a "ditty":)

row, row, row -
before you know

bragging rights re adventure
on all you will bestow