Lying spread eagle in
the road’s center…
Letting the yellow stripe
paint me into the
cool ground…
Each of my eyes
focused on the distance…
Looking at the little swale…
where the road tilts…
and drifts away…
Darting dramatically downward…
Until it vanishes…
out of sight…
Just like the gleam of light…
that once danced…
and shone so brightly…
In my now…
bitter…
and dull..
eyes…
—————-
David L. Whitman 01/25/2013 needing to be a part of it all…
Maybe what you need to havethe gleam of light return lays just beyond the swale.
Maybe it is. I will keep looking! Thank you!
Perfect photo for the words.
Thank you so much, Seth.
so much of imagination arising from a regular road. even though it is a sad song..
True on all accounts. Felt good to write though
yes, that’s understandable..hope your weekend is well..
Busy but ok. Thank you for asking!
Beautiful and a bit sad. Photo and poem match perfectly
Thank you! It is sad, but was a pleasure to write
I am glad you enjoyed writing this poem. No matter happy or sad if its written with pleasure than that’s all what counts and it reflects the beauty of it.
Yes. That’s the key. As long as feeling was involved
Different but nicely written.
Thank you so much, Kim!