"on the Blue Ridge"
The camber of asphalt hugs the shelf,
A calculated arc of steel and oil,
Where modern kineticism asserts itself
Against the compression of ancient soil.
The hollow clamps vision down to stone
—A tight verticality of rock and pine
—Where solitary driver moves alone,
Tracing contours on a drafted line.
Then comes the volta of rising crest:
The mountain breaks its own internal ceiling.
Its infinite ridges, layered north to west,
Expose a grand, architectural dealing.
Its mist is breath suspended in the vault,
A soft geometry that blurs the edge,
Proving the Master’s layout has no fault,
From valley floor up to highest ledge.
We drop gears down into deeper shade,
The engineered compliance of the curve.
An outcast sanctuary, sharply made,
Where only silent chronologies serve.
The road is human wit upon mass,
A temporary seam across slate;
We watch smoke-grey monuments pass,
And drive the boundaries of an older state.
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most descriptive piece my friend
Thanks friend 🙏🕊️
most welcome
A wonderful description of the highway both nature and man made in rhyme and poetic form. Beautifully done my friend
And to have been on it as well a few times makes for the rounded experience. Thanks, Soren🙏🕊️
Having been there makes a good difference
Indeed. I suppose the feel of the poem would be somewhat different where it simply imaginary. Thanks again 🙏🏻🕊️
A fine write A.
Most gracious, dear friend, thanks O 🙏🏻🕊️
My friend, this brought back memories of mountain drives where I found myself paying less attention to the destination and more attention to what was unfolding beyond the windshield. There is something about those roads that naturally invites reflection. I connected with this one immediately, arqios. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
So glad the poem could actually do that. It was a sincere hope to share that wonder. 🙏🏻🕊️
Those roads lead us to some wonderful places in our lives Rik.
Andy
They do indeed, Andy🙏🏻🕊️
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