Travel
Studies in Indiana Chicory and the Queendom of Ants (a spoken word street poem)
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2-Up, A Motorcycle Poem by Luke Austin Daugherty
Most poems follow an adventure. This one preceded it by a few hours…
My ’82 Yamaha Maxim 750 didn’t let us down!
Halfway to Hawaii (A Poem Written in the Sky)
“Halfway to Hawaii” -a handwritten travel journal poem by Luke Austin Daugherty. Copyright 2017, All Rights Reserved
“Ornaments” -A Poem About Choices
“Ornaments” page 1 of 2 -An original poem typecast by Luke Austin Daugherty. Copyright 2016, All Rights Reserved on words and photograph. This poem was typed on a Royal Mercury
“Ornaments” page 2 of 2 -An original poem typecast by Luke Austin Daugherty. Copyright 2016, All Rights Reserved on words and photograph. This poem was typed on a Royal Mercury
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“Thinking of Victor, Fondly” -A Poem by Luke Austin Daugherty
“Thinking of Victor, Fondly” -A Poem by Luke Austin Daugherty, Copyright words/picture- 2015. All Rights Reserved.
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Luke Austin Daugherty writing in Friendship, IN. Photo Credit: Nathanael Daugherty
“The Wanting Pier Prose of a Travelling Scofflaw” -A Pictorial Poem
This is another “poetry happens” type of thing from my recent trip to Michigan. If you look around the steel columns on this pier in Holland, Michigan, you’ll find lots of names and miniature works of art done in permanent marker or scratched into the paint. I decided to add my own “mark” as it were…
“The Wanting Pier Prose of a Travelling Scofflaw”- a pictorial poem by Luke Austin Daugherty. Copyright picture and words: Luke Austin Daugherty, All Rights Reserved 2015
Text:
Mind not
This steel column
Traveler
The real poetry
Lies just beyond
In the tempestuous
Blue
In the deep
In the white-foam breakers
In the distant
Canvas sails
Pulled taut (Forgive the use of “taught” in the pic. It’s hard to proofread marker on-site 🙂
By Michigan wind
Wayfarer
Look away
L.A.D
“The Wanting Pier Prose of a Travelling Scofflaw”- a pictorial poem by Luke Austin Daugherty. Copyright picture and words: Luke Austin Daugherty, All Rights Reserved 2015
“Even If” -A Pictorial Beach Poem Written in the Sand
By: Luke Austin Daugherty- Written on the beach at Tunnel Park in Holland, MI.
All pictures and words, copyright 2015, All Rights Reserved- Luke Austin Daugherty
It Makes No Matter To Me (A Poem)
There is a place on the edge of the Grand Canyon
Where once I stood
It, being in the shape of a long, narrow triangle
I walked out to the point
Just barely wider than my shoulder-width feet
And stood there trembling
With my closest fellow
Choosing to remain
In safer territory
For to the right and left of me
No stone floor was found
And there was none still in front
Only underneath me and back behind…
So, as my gaze lifted up from my own tattered shoes
I saw only the distant floor and walls of the Canyon afore and about me
As though I floated in the air
Or rather plummeted
As a falling angel
Cast out of Heaven perhaps
Who opened his eyes
Before crashing into the fallen and cursed, terrestrial plain
Just to think to himself,
“Goddamn… it is so beautiful.”
I felt the vertigo grip me
Yet I lost not my balance
As any wavering would be death
I stood there for a single moment
Stretched into eternity
I marched in my mind
Both forward and back
As much as I was only present in that moment as well
Foolish and bold though it was
There I stood forever
And though after that moment
I walked back away from the Canyon’s treacherous edge
I never left it
I am standing there still today
Suspended in the air
Held by an unseen stone
As unsure as it is firm
Until I eventually fall
Happily
Into my own bliss
Never again to return
Yet, ever to be.
If only as a whisper
Subtly
Through the lips of eternity
Or only the moment
Either way…
It makes no matter to me.
Copyright: Luke Austin Daugherty 2014
(all rights reserved)
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