Sing the Blues

Sing the Blues

A Poem by Shane Rendon

Something about time and space
and the holes in the soles of my shoes
So many think
"too young"
"So naive"
but if they knew about the miles
God damn the miles
hours of loneliness
hours of loveliness
and hours of infinite thought
the passing greenery
the dotted lines in the middle of the road
the road...
oh God the road

Young? yes
but naive... f**k you

Something happens between
the days
the weeks
the months
the years
the miles
the sounds
the faces
and the aches in my bones
the aches in my mind

Every step forward fills the void
the void opened by every mile left behind

What do you know of time and space?
What ages you more
years?
miles?

Cigarettes butts?
empty bottles?
broken shoe laces?
ripped jeans?
table scraps?
or an empty curbside?

an orchestration of my "young" life

Sounds of the road carry me home...
wherever that may be.
 

© 2008 Shane Rendon


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One could spend years never leaving their small town, growing old without knowing what passes beyond their lawn. One could walk across a city, from the good through the bad, and learn more in that single walk than all the years spent by another sitting on their porch watching the grass grow.

Age simply means the chance for more to have happened, but it does not mean more necessarily has in that time. Listen to your elders, they know what they are talking about... or do they? They have their experiences, they know what they know, but they do not know it all... and if they would lead you to believe otherwise, then they are full of s**t... and somebody should let them know.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

yes!

Oh I still want a story {too} but can I publish this? this is beautiful.

maybe this can be a warm up for your story, lets see if it fits. Im doing that for a couple other writers too.



I see the holes in your soles and your tread is pretty.

Posted 16 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is beautiful. I love the repetition in the lines:

"but if they knew about the miles
God damn the miles
hours of loneliness
hours of loveliness"

and

"the road...
oh God the road"


I love the description in this. Such good imagery for the subject. It's a great fit.

Also love the lines:

"Young? yes
but naive... f**k you"

Very good.

Posted 16 Years Ago


Very interesting. I love the way you have wrote this and I love the flow and the mellady toward this. I say "Wonderful write" my friend.


S.D.Blankenship the GOTHICCOWBOY

Posted 16 Years Ago


0 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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