This Road

My first poem of, well, only two ...

Nothing can match the newness of this road.

It gleams with a hazy sheen and stinks of tar.

I expect to hear workmen opening their lunch pails nearby.

What will happen once they are gone?

Will I be able to find my words?

I only have two hands

And one over-burdened, broken heart.

 

Like you, I am nagged by love.

Love that sighs.

Love that takes gasping breaths.

Love that dies.

Love that obscures our failings and bids us

Come home.

Nothing can match the newness of this road.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

"Nothing can match the newness of this road."
I like the newness of the road. Could to be able to escape and find new place to begin and start again. No weakness in the excellent poetry
Coyote

[Mikael]

I know this road so well! A very good piece! It left me on the edge!

[Kim]

Yes, I think, for better or worse, many know this road. Thank you so much for your comments.

[B.J]

The roads you travel in a new life I've done it. The last stanza sums it all up beautifully

[Kim]

Thank you!

[B.J]

your welcome

[aditya gawade]

A short and sweet poem :)

[Kim]

Thank you!

[Siddhartha]

The road untraveled must be undertaken but the streets traversed must not be forgotten. In the circle of life the old meets the new and hence our lives keep on changing. Wonderful!

[Kim]

Thank for you for such an insightful comment!

[laRagazza]

I really like this poem, especially how you connected the two stanzas with the last line. The only thing I don't get is the significance of the workmen and the lunch pails. I'm kind of new to writing and reading poetry. Can you explain to me what you meant with those lines?

[Kim]

Thank you so much. To me, the presence of the workers represented the newness - that the road was just being paved.