My post today does not offer poetry, so if you wish to stop reading and proceed to another post that does offer words with rhythm and rhyme, among the other tools of poetry, go ahead.
I’m on vacation this week. My husband and I, along with our twenty-year-old son and his girlfriend, have traveled to Maui for well earned and needed break. Being twenty, reserving hotels and cars is not possible. They know. They tried to go someplace nice on their own. So, although this is their vacation, we shared it and helped them get where they wanted to go. We helped with the logistics, not with the finances. I tell you this to let you know these are two hard-working, mature, young adults, who had the means but not the required age needed to travel far.
This is our fourth visit to Hawaii and our third visit to Maui. We stayed on Kauai once when we traveled here in the summer months. Both islands are very beautiful.
We’ve been here full two days, arriving late in the day on the 18th. Since our last trip here, six years ago, I have invested in my love of words and writing. So, I am looking at the island through different eyes…the eyes of a writer.
So much here is inspiring. The natural beauty. The sound of the ocean. The birds I’ve heard each morning when I’ve woken up. The variation of blue as I gaze at the ocean. The tides (I wrote about tides last week from home). The turtles. The colorful fish on the coral reef. The bamboo. The verdant valleys. The breaching whales. The warm sun. Nearly everywhere I look there is the inspiration for words, for poetry, for life.
Inspiration will come home with me. Then, I shall write some poetry on memories of Maui. For now, I’ll just store it all up, like Fredrick the Mouse, to use and draw upon when I return to the frigid cold of winter in Wisconsin. There is no poetry today, just inspiration.
Poetry Friday is hosted by Tabitha this week at The Opposite of Indifference. Thank you for hosting Tabitha! Please visit her blog, linked above, to read more poetry and inspiring stories of how some very talented authors write their poems.
The Apples in My Orchard 
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