Interminable grey road
twin-lined with silver trees
shaking their leaves
like stars
lost under a new moon.
The sky above stone grey;
how could it ever have been blue?
Red heart by the side of the road;
no one picks up hitchhikers anymore.
It will wander off-trail
to freeze under the hail
the heavy clouds threaten.
What choice is there but to go on
down this never-ending grey road?
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You have such a good way with words , really like this )
Thank you! That old love/hate relationship with words - adore them but they also frustrate me immeasurably. I'm not actually that happy with this one - not sure it captures the feeling I was trying to convey. I think I could maybe do something better with the idea of the heart as a hitchhiker...
Anyway, thank you for reading my dear x
Maybe you could but it’s what you wrote at the time .
I especially like the first verse in this
Red heart by the side of the road ‘ I wasn’t totally sure what this meant but I found it interesting way with words . Sounds like someone a bit lonely ... just guessing
I think I was trying to describe what it feels like when someone leaves you. You're just something abandoned at the side of the road of someone else's life. But yes, a bit clumsy this one! I think I could maybe rework it
Yes , the hitchhiker ... abandoned . I got a lonely feeling from that verse .
Nice one. I especially like, "The sky above stone grey;
how could it ever have been blue?"
'Stone grey' sends such coldness. And to ask if that sky could have ever been blue reminds me of how I react to the weather sometimes. When it's raining it feels to me like it can perhaps never be sunny again, and when it's really hot, it feels like the cool freshness will never return.
I'm sure each individual could list situations where the sky above is stone grey for them. Well done on penning such a universal line.
Yes, it's funny how some moments are so vivid and saturated with colour in our minds. I think nature often sparks the creative parts of our minds and reminds us of the beauty of a moment. Thank you for your kind comments 🖤
'Red heart by the side of the road;
no one picks up hitchhikers anymore.'
that's why the world is split
between those who choose to strut
as oblivious, self-absorbed stray cats
distrusting everything and hiding behind
that nihilistic bleak mindset, to life..
and those, remnant few
who seek a connection
an answer, to wage their war of defiance
insuring this, their one experience of life
will be worth all that inevitable suffering..
(found this to be such a measured take
on modernity's
warped, experience of life for so many)
thanks for sharing, dear poet
(colour doesn't matter really,
as long as we're still daring enough
to share our heart's) lol
Haha that's right - love is love is love. You're the best L.B. I think what you've written above is also very true for your poem that you published today.
❤️🖤😉
The lonesome traveler who lives in the moment of the next ride. You capture his/her perspective beautifully.
Thank you very much. Perhaps that's what we're all doing ❤
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