Beyond the Yellow Brick Road

Unable to see into or past the next
Incoming wave of life and emotion
I sit in contemplation of things to come.
Trying to wrap my brain around all
The possibilities,
The what ifs
And whys
Of the past, present and future
Only to stare upon my
Broken bricks of the now.

Plucking malleable petals
One by one to relive
The memories I’ve held onto.
Indulging in my moments of
Paralyzing weakness to
Solidify my strength of purpose.
My inner-self playing its
Selfish game of tug of war
With a frayed ribbon of Utopia.

Mortar ….
Takes an intermission
Of its own making to
Adhere to the well worn
Jaggedness of indirect lines,
Strewn with my plucked petals,
Scattered as bread crumbs
Yet a false trail home.
Time….
……….
I’ll have new bricks on the marrow.

~ Angela Beck 8/09

Reviews

[Zoe Jay]

Very well written poem with sophisticated, musical word usage, and really nice flow. It rolls of the tongue richly, lovely use of language. I like how the main substance of the poem occurs in the second verse, at the heart of the poem. The other two verses have a sense of bring introductory / conclusive. "Plucking malleable petals...." etc is a really great couple of lines, I think this summarizes the whole poem for me. Really strong write, particularly the second verse. But the opening is really good too, it's a good insight and very unusually expressed.