Tiger (Photo credit: @Doug88888)

When I was a child
I dreamed I was a tiger
Roaring in my backyard
As though in Africa

As a teen I yearned for music
To be dancing with the stars
In a Hollywoodian moment
Within America

In my mid years came strategy
Of an office politics queen
Making deals within contention
And ascending from the start

Till my latter years, a poet
Loving wordplay and its charm
Finally I am a voyager
To the homeplace of my heart

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About helenvalentina

Like most people, I have a number of sides to me. The most interesting one probably emerges through my writing, hence this blog. I love to read, and also to write, and so this is a way to share both.
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14 Responses to Voyager

  1. I like you as a poet…..You, Hollywoodian….not so much. =)

  2. Brian Hughes says:

    When I was a kid I used to dream about Daleks. Still do sometimes.

  3. Solothefirst says:

    I love the image you chose to go with this! Very just.

  4. howanxious says:

    You found your way back to what you really desired, which is amazing. I am glad to have come across your website and read your beautiful creations. 🙂

  5. K Cutler says:

    Omg this is my life too

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