Beginning of the End

when I knew it was over

 

Full of hope

we started down this road.

But now, after

miles of brown dirt,

my feet on the dash,

warm dry air blowing

through my hair, whispering,

staring out the window,

choking down the dusty truth

this new terrain is teaching me

...I see.

 

Even before the smoke,

the long walk to town,

the deadly long stretch

of heavy silences

lent to us by the barren hills,

the blurry passing lines of trees,

and their tall, telling witness,

I knew,

that like the car we headed out in,

we would never

make it home.

Reviews

[Freder Fredersen (aka G..]

All the roads, the people, the changes, the experience...The mind takes it all in and weaves it together making it beautiful. This is the completely natural telling of a change. Thoughts that swim around during transition like fish in a glass head...to be viewed in their almost natural state. I liked it alot. It struck me in a deep and hidden place.....found a familiarity picked the scab. A mighty write. I felt it.

Cheers!
FF

[Ralphy]

I just love the way the words make me feel. The descriptions are so crafty that I feel emotions that I would not necessarly feel. Your creative words are breathless and visions dazzling, I enjoyed it very much.

[Legion]

This brings back my longing for the open road. Not always sure if that not going home again is a good thing or bad thing, but I like the way it kind of hangs on interpretation in your piece. This is a nicely done piece of work. Much said without saying much. Brilliant. Going in favorites.