Originally Posted July 31, 2010
It’s been said that we travel to lose
ourselves, and that we travel to find ourselves. Proust wrote, “The real voyage
of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes.”
What does “travel” mean to you in terms of wonder, discovery, and
self-revelation? Has a journey in your life given you “new eyes?”
Write a poem in which you travel: the journey
may be real, imagined, emotional, or spiritual. You may take an “overland trip”
through description, attention to details, and sensory perceptions, or you may
lead readers through your journey's surface terrain into the emotional,
spiritual, or metaphorical landscape at its center.
