Roadside Ramblings

80 mph. Drop top down, my hair blows wildly in the crisp morning wind. Music blares as my body keeps time to its pulse. To my right, the comfort of the rising sun follows me and reminds me I'm not alone.

Miles and miles fly by. The land changes ever so slightly. More hills, sturdier trees. Fog is lingering between bails of hay.

My thoughts drift to you and I ask: What does forgiveness look like?

Yesterday I ran until I collapsed in the dirt and drank until I passed out by the tub. I heard you were coming to town. But then I took a deep breath and decided to show up anyway.

I don't know how it happened but you're like me. And in this clear morning, now I know, I too am like me because of you.

Who else stays preoccupied searching for beauty and upon finding it, drops everything, even when the timing isn't right? Who else spends days en route just to be engulfed, surrounded, encapsulated, in its wonder but for a few short hours?

Oh that's right: I do.

And hair blowing, music blaring, body pulsing, sun still by my side but fully over head now.

Is why I'm headed north, to you.

Reviews

[Tina Kline]

You've done a really nice job on creating this piece. It has a good feel to it. Self discovery, learning something about one's self. Nicely written. A very readable piece.

[Rini B]

Beautiful landscape description and the feeling of nostalgia.
Thanks for sharing

[Coyote Poetry]

I love road poetry. I have many.
"And hair blowing, music blaring, body pulsing, sun still by my side but fully over head now.
Is why I'm headed north, to you. "
I like the positive energy in the words. Heading home and allowing the road to take us there. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[felioness]

I loved the storyline...great images .. a few typos such as over head ("overhead") for example. Never stop editing your work. Take out extraneous words such as: as, and, like, that, as much as possible and make sure the past present and future terms are concise. if I were your publishing editor I would do stuff like the following example to tighten the flow:

80 mph. Drop top down, my hair blowing wildly in the crisp morning wind. Music blares as my body keeps time to its pulse. To my right, the comfort of the rising sun follows me; reminding me I'm not alone.

Miles and miles fly by. The land changing ever so slightly. More hills, sturdier trees. Fog lingering between bails of hay.

My thoughts drift to you and I ask: What does forgiveness look like?

Yesterday I ran until I collapsed in the dirt and drank until I passed out by the tub. I heard you were coming to town. But I took a deep breath and decided to show up anyway.

I don't know how it happened, but you're like me and in this clear morning I know I am me because of you.

Who else stays preoccupied searching for beauty and upon finding it, drops everything; even when the timing isn't right? Who else spends days en route just to be engulfed, surrounded, encapsulated, in its wonder for but a few short hours?

Oh that's right: I do.

And with hair blowing, music blaring, body pulsing, sun still by my side but fully overhead now,
this is why I'm headed north, to you.

just an example ...many other ways to tackle an edit.

You show great talent as a writer and I enjoyed this piece. My favourite line is:

"Yesterday I ran until I collapsed in the dirt and drank until I passed out by the tub.'