Category: Poems about Traveling and Adventure

I closed my suitcase,
Finally twisting it shut.
Now my arm twists

Blast from my past:

But if I am so
Different from these poets,
How can they move me?

I walk toward
My self, with stars behind the
Coming tomorrow.

Blast from the past:

This one is a program written in the programming language Python

import random.randrange as spin_the_wheel

potential_days = [‘slug day’, ‘chug day’, ‘hug day’, ‘shrug day’, ‘snug day’]

def which_day_will_it_be(potential_days):
return spin_the_wheel(potential_days)

today = which_day_will_it_be(potential_days)

I’ve missed this city
Always a next place to see,
Endless traveling

(Written after going home after a trip.)

Blast from the past:

This carefree world,
This world of idleness,
It belongs to us.