"the road back"
The doors slide back on guides of simple choice,
A single step dividing then from now.
We split our world with it, with every look,
And fracture time beneath a heavy weight.
Inside the cabin of this shabbing car,
We share the breath of one unchanging room;
Yet just beyond its glass, the minutes bond,
And ghosts of yesterday reclaim the road.
As highway bends, the map amends the dark,
We cross over thresholds we'd left behind,
To hold the hand of old, of one we knew,
And piece together what was lost to sight.
Through every fractured turn, a captured street,
Our scattered selves on drifting timelines merge.
.
-
Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 8th, 2026 05:13
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 20
- Users favorite of this poem: sorenbarrett, Tristan Robert Lange, Paul Bell
Offline)
Comments8
Time, perception trapped inside the room of now we travel through time, a rearview mirror to see the past. Our only company ourself in the now. Reflections in a bending road the future hidden around the curve and the past disappearing in the distance and as we take each bend. A nostalgic, wistful and haunting write my friend. A fave
Many thanks Soren. It has become one of the recurring themes of thought and writing, it would seem. 🙏🏻🕊️
Your poems are deep and subtle requiring multiple reads, or maybe it is my slowness in my old age. They are masterful in my opinion and I think go overlooked. I have found on this site and others that many metaphors that I put in poems go overlooked completely leaving the reader wondering why I ever wrote it. A cursory "nice read" occurs. Your poems require significant thought and deliver a wonderful present to those that take the time to unwrap them. You are always most welcome my friend and should thank you for the present that your poetry brings
time and motion, much enjoyed
Tremendous work.
Doh! What with Goldfinch's poem 'The road ahead' and your poem 'The road goes on', when going into town, I'm gonna meet myself coming back. I'm a confused laddie, but Fido says to me 'No change there then!' lol.
Powerful poem, arqios! The journey becomes both physical and inward...familiar surroundings draw the past close until separate versions of the self begin converging. I’ve felt that on returning to places that still carry pieces of me. Beautifully written, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
I like the idea of driving down a road, but then remembering you drove down that road with someone else on board, but not anymore.
It brings up, what happened, and do the memories hurt.
I can relate to this. It's Life laid out.
Such true words Rik but we must enjoy every moment of our lives.
Andy
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.