The Signs

  

Howling winds

Slap the bitter cold across

My face

With the reality

I should have seen

Like the dirt

That blew in my eye.

 

Boots strike concrete

As I walk this path

With a sound

I begin to recognize

But finally hear

What it’s been

Telling me all along.

 

I view the blue sky

And begin to feel

A strange connection

Like we are

One in the same

Then I see

The similarities.

                        

                            Suddenly all the signs

Becomes one enigma

Telling me where my destiny lies.

Reviews

[Angel Bird]

Great write! It got a wonderful rhythm - it looks even somewhat like a song to me.

Oh, there are so many road signs and direction shields. They tell us which road to take to get to our destination, but don't tell about the state of the road nor about how many sharp and bad curves lie ahead. Such we'll learn only gradually on our journey, and are not always prepared for the danger lurking on the way...

-- Howling winds

-- Slap the bitter cold across

-- My face

-- With the reality

-- I should have seen

-- Like the dirt

-- That blew in my eye.


I especially like this stanza. Great work!

[Laura E. Aranda]

Telling me were my destiny lies.
WHERE my destiny lies

other than that this piece falls in line with all your other great writes you parade and flaunt...Can you see I am jealous? haha
j/k

Cheers,lea