Travel in 100 words
Poetry through the feet, multiple/ extended haikus, 2 minute video included
Birds above like kites,
Tethered only by their sight,
Freedom, soaring high.
🌊 …
Shadows in the light.
Sun beaming through, cold smoke,
Breathing out a dream.
…
Person in the front.
Faceless, veiled before me.
Nails flying in the air.
🌊 …
Skies dye blue. Clouds white.
Vast and near, the sea is here;
Ripples in the now.
…
Waves white and foamy,
Reaching out across the sand,
My feet, the bubbles call.
Cracking shells under,
My feet, set and ruined be;
My heart, as I mould.
🌊 …
Hail sent from the sky,
Slicing with blunt blades, my eyes;
Closed, melt beaded rain.
…
Little bird hopping,
Across the road, brave and bold,
Untouched and alone.
🌊 …
Our minds left the day,
Behind, the call of home to,
Bid, sad goodbyes.
A/N: we took a trip to a city called Swansea. In the bus we were on, there was someone in front of us clipping their nails, yes it went on for a while; long enough to be featured in this poem.
The shells cracking under my feet, made me sad. I wanted them to be unharmed and for them to keep their beauty whole.
Anyways, it was such a lovely place. All thanks to Swansea for how inspired I felt to write at such lengths. All thanks to you for reading too, if you got this far! 🙏🏽 please don’t forget to subscribe, it’s free. Please like and comment, I always return them in my free time ♥️🤗
About the Creator
Caitlin Charlton
Writer first. Close reader and self‑taught critic shaping eloquence.
A survivor reclaiming her territory.
I write dark fiction and poetry through symbol, shadow, and fracture.
Always sharpening the craft. ✏️🔥👠
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