I love this stretch, the long black one
Here life
turns every second, on-
Wheels and
on tired and vigorous limbs.
Once we
walked together, silently
Your scribbling
on air built my fantasy
I lived
many a life on wings and clouds.
Time flied like
vultures with prey
They never
returned my fantasy-
World, your
scribbling popped out.
This road stretches
long, the same one
I walk here
alone silently, timeworn-
Memories,
they lay as fossils, immersed.
These
roads, they have unrelenting stories
Grained in
their coarse bed, sleeping stories
We are
together, silently, always fossil-ed in time.
I love this
stretch, this long black one.
smiles...there are points on the road of life i enjoy more than others as well, they each have plenty of stories....and we walk it...smiles
ReplyDeleteWow! What a powerful road poem! What a horrible loss! "unrelenting stories" perfect. "fossil-ed in time" absolutely! I have read the book, so feared the movie--but saw that too, and this is so right at the loss of a world, of a parent . . . I will keep this poem forever!
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written .... loved it !!!
ReplyDeleteLoved it!
ReplyDeleteI know that road, trying to find my exit to a new one though. The unrelenting stories are hard on the tires. Nice job. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteVery nice!! I love the repetition of "I love this stretch, the long black one" at the beginning and end of the poem! Made me think about roads in a new way!
ReplyDeleteSome roads are welcome to walk long too, if they are shared, aren't they.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem.
As long as you take a stretch down the right one.
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beautiful, sreeja! i love the impact of repeating the first line as the last! really, really lovely write!
ReplyDeletethanks so much for joining in at Poetry Jam!
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dani
Life's road keep on going (until the end) and it is great to have the stretches you love!
ReplyDeleteexquisitely crafted, loved it!
ReplyDeleteThe fossils immersed in the road...powerful image!
ReplyDeleteWe all have at least one such reason to say, "I love this stretch, this long black one."
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written, Sreeja! Ahh! It feels soo good to be back... well, not completely back but I can at least take some time out to read your brilliant work. :)
~Cheers!
I like the title of the book you chose ... like your poem too!!
ReplyDeleteSreeja, an perfect poem for that title--love that line "grained in their coarse bed" Very well written! :-)
ReplyDeleteI wonder if that is why they call it a long whindy road because when you are sharing someone else's road then yours entwines with theirs, and when it is straight then you are alone. I guess that some memories would be fossilized over time and others are just forgotten. I think I read this poem over ten times learning new things each time. It was a beautifully written poem. I really enjoyed it.
ReplyDeleteHappy Theme Thursday and may you have a fantastic week
God bless.
beautiful poem! Many roads in life, love that this one has a stretch of love in it!
ReplyDeleteMemories lay as fossils, immersed...
ReplyDeletethe imagery here is beautiful!
Today it seems other poets have turned to memories, too, as you have so well in this poem. Beautiful.
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