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Roadside At The Dustbowl
We took shelter by the roadside
opening the flaps just long enough
to catch a little color from the distant sunset
then the sand started to roll in.
We weren't worried so much about abrasion as we were about
breathing.
I still felt its grit upon my skin...
I put on a mask to hide my lips from this,
in hopes that a smile could still be visible.
She told me there was no point in making supper,
there wasn't any way for creature comforts.
We had come to a desolate area, where wolves fed on anything that moved; howling at the distance and truly...
it was excruciating.
Earlier I was trying to pack everything we had in the trunk of the car.
She scolded me and told me, most of it was useless.
"Why do you think we need this old lamp?"
She was right, I was just sentimental about it and many other useless things, that I kept trying to sneak in the boot.
I can remember the day we picked that out; I remember how that road felt under my feet as we walked to that little store.
It was solid footing, She had her arm around me and I had walked in with her lipstick still stained to my neck.
She picked it out of course and I agreed, it was lovely; I liked how the pearlescent base captured every reflection.
How the eyes were instantly glued to the designs in the shade; these somehow matched our stairs back home.
To Her it was just simply trash now, something old and used, ready to be discarded.
I nodded, I guess she was right...to me things that I deem special never cease being so.
I accumulate these things and She calls me a "junk man" for it.
She undeniably kept Us light for travel, ready to run whenever possible.
I knew the reasonings, I understood its importance; yet I will never not, feel the pain of letting go of something we shared.
Moments of happiness and laughter are snapshots and post-signs to life shared.
I am forever wanting the new, no matter how simple.
Even here within this tent, this moment will forever burn to my memory.
The detail of its fabric, the sound of its zipper; Her shadow laying quietly in the corner.
I kiss Her goodnight and tell Her "I love You" while She snores.
She wakes just enough to mumble "Gnight."
So I fix my mask back on, wander outside yet again.
Trying my best to see in the darkness, through the cloud and haze;
I knew there were lights on further up the road, you just couldn't see them from this distance.
I held faith we were on the right road, that we would find what we had wished for.
It never matters which point we are at, to my old soggy self.
All I care about is the journey and seeing Her smile in my direction; I follow Hers...to me that's my only compass.
opening the flaps just long enough
to catch a little color from the distant sunset
then the sand started to roll in.
We weren't worried so much about abrasion as we were about
breathing.
I still felt its grit upon my skin...
I put on a mask to hide my lips from this,
in hopes that a smile could still be visible.
She told me there was no point in making supper,
there wasn't any way for creature comforts.
We had come to a desolate area, where wolves fed on anything that moved; howling at the distance and truly...
it was excruciating.
Earlier I was trying to pack everything we had in the trunk of the car.
She scolded me and told me, most of it was useless.
"Why do you think we need this old lamp?"
She was right, I was just sentimental about it and many other useless things, that I kept trying to sneak in the boot.
I can remember the day we picked that out; I remember how that road felt under my feet as we walked to that little store.
It was solid footing, She had her arm around me and I had walked in with her lipstick still stained to my neck.
She picked it out of course and I agreed, it was lovely; I liked how the pearlescent base captured every reflection.
How the eyes were instantly glued to the designs in the shade; these somehow matched our stairs back home.
To Her it was just simply trash now, something old and used, ready to be discarded.
I nodded, I guess she was right...to me things that I deem special never cease being so.
I accumulate these things and She calls me a "junk man" for it.
She undeniably kept Us light for travel, ready to run whenever possible.
I knew the reasonings, I understood its importance; yet I will never not, feel the pain of letting go of something we shared.
Moments of happiness and laughter are snapshots and post-signs to life shared.
I am forever wanting the new, no matter how simple.
Even here within this tent, this moment will forever burn to my memory.
The detail of its fabric, the sound of its zipper; Her shadow laying quietly in the corner.
I kiss Her goodnight and tell Her "I love You" while She snores.
She wakes just enough to mumble "Gnight."
So I fix my mask back on, wander outside yet again.
Trying my best to see in the darkness, through the cloud and haze;
I knew there were lights on further up the road, you just couldn't see them from this distance.
I held faith we were on the right road, that we would find what we had wished for.
It never matters which point we are at, to my old soggy self.
All I care about is the journey and seeing Her smile in my direction; I follow Hers...to me that's my only compass.
Published 6th Apr 2017
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6th Apr 2017 4:32am
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6th Apr 2017 7:02am
"All I care about is the journey and seeing Her smile in my direction;"
what a poem!! thanks for the journey dear brother Soul!! :-)
what a poem!! thanks for the journey dear brother Soul!! :-)
6th Apr 2017 11:43am
Honoured by the RL KD Your'e Very kind-The smile is All that matters!!!
6th Apr 2017 8:53am
a moral compass, it gets us from here to there & beyond;
something about the dust: it becomes poetry, as in time poetry will become...
something about the dust: it becomes poetry, as in time poetry will become...
6th Apr 2017 11:45am
Sometimes that dust gets in the eys-Appreciate Your Wisdom and Visit John!!!
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7th Apr 2017 3:17pm
This makes me want to go on a trip, in a car with no tech gadgets :)
8th Apr 2017 1:47pm
Road Trips are a must VeeI can taste it and the weathers perfect, lets see what we can see. I love a road map, but I never wanna go without my messages.
7th Apr 2017 4:09pm
My friend.....
I was pulled into the depths of this one through your poignant, personal expression of emotions and your vivid imagery. ( it still feels as though i have sand in my hair!!! ;) )
Thank you for reminding us, that so much, in our lifetimes, is defined by change and impermanence--as sand in a wind storm.....and invariably, we seek to focus so obsessively on our final destinations, that we lose sight of the importance of the journey, and the value of appreciating Life when lived in the present, and preserved in our memories---moment by (precious ) moment....
I was pulled into the depths of this one through your poignant, personal expression of emotions and your vivid imagery. ( it still feels as though i have sand in my hair!!! ;) )
Thank you for reminding us, that so much, in our lifetimes, is defined by change and impermanence--as sand in a wind storm.....and invariably, we seek to focus so obsessively on our final destinations, that we lose sight of the importance of the journey, and the value of appreciating Life when lived in the present, and preserved in our memories---moment by (precious ) moment....
8th Apr 2017 1:49pm
Thanks for stopping by DE, The journey is fun, many twists and curves, I savor everything I see, putting as much in this pocket as I can.!!!
8th Apr 2017 7:44pm
A fine journey, beautifully detailed. I particularly like the reluctance to dispose of that lamp. It's tough to let go of sentiment for the sake of expediency and change. Her smile may have been worth it....
9th Apr 2017 1:07pm
Appreciate You Greatly Crow-Thank You!!! Ahhh that smile...It Truly IS Worth it All!!!
9th Apr 2017 11:07pm
Ditto DarkEnchantress soul...I've realised over the past months I've been looking at things I've add to my environment since I last saw the man I love knowing he'll notice them...sadly that will never happen now...the love we have for another encompasses everything minute thing in our lives...a beautiful, well written read. Thank you. 😊
10th Apr 2017 11:31am
It's an Honour to see You here Kate-Thank You for sharing the Emotive Hit!!! Thank You Equal for the RL-Humbled Love...it is never lightly given...when Our hearts deem someone worthy ...we carry them by Our side with all the senses we have. May Your days become brighter Kidd-O!!!
