Are We There Yet? Picked
The future gifted to you is a desert
highway Roman straight, dividing
dry featureless landscape into halves.
You dare a glance into the rear-view
mirror hoping to glean some pleasure
from the summer greens, fertile browns
and soft furnishings of the past. Dust
screens it from view and you know it
only settles when you have moved on.
You continue your journey, looking for
a rainbow on the horizon or a break in
the road where you can turn onto an
alternative direction or even a lay-by
where you can catch your breath and
get a respite of peace or warm arms.
ah, this is perfect, excellent poem Guaj. is it old? or new? Instant login for me when I read it to say my opinion and I wish we could still add favorites here.
as an old ukaneer said about a very old poem of mine on very old uka
tippity top!
Thank you Nic. That is quite a compliment coming from someone as skilled as you x
It’s not very old it was my take on a metaphor. I guess I’m still on that Roman road 😉
I can relate. I used to think that having made the wrong turning on that first bifurcation of the Roman road…surely everything after that, remained on the wrong trajectory?
The rear view mirror gives pain, all those mistakes.
the last line perfect.
Alison x
Thanks Alison. Sounds like we both been through a bit of as mill. The rear view mirror doesn’t always show your own mistakes. 😉
When the past seems so desirable, it’s hard to move on. But there can be better days if we dare to try, even if the road seems barren and friendless. So perfectly written and the ending is just right.
Thanks Gee. Sometimes we can learn from the past other times it’s best forgotten. I think we tend to remember the good stuff.
Fine verse. All roads lead to Rome. Only human to want to u-turn back to some provincial greenery.
Thanks CW. The past can be both an interesting and painful place. No harm in looking back as long as it doesn’t catch you up. 🙂
Very well constructed poem. The road metaphor is very apt and skillfully applied.
No matter how long we wait the past will never catch up with use, no matter the strength of the yearning.
Thanks B
You are right, but sometimes the past can come back and bite. But that wasn’t the kind of past I was referring to in this piece