A Marble In Motion

Met myself a rambleing renaissance man

heading in the wrong direction.

Abliged to entertain him the best that I can

I shared my deepest affections.

I rode all the way to New Orleans

on the back of his custom triumph.

I sang him a song as the journey grew long.

You know I think that man might of fell in love.

God bless the state of Texas I say,

cause God knows no one wants to live there.

This wasted swamp lands called Louisianna.

It's time I left here for nowhere.

I keep rolling on.

I'm a marble in motion.Prepetually....

Time goes on.

No goodbyes.

I'll probably be back again.

You never know

where I may roam,

and I can't tell you where I've been.

The same crawling,twisted shapes

shift along these old roads.

I hear it calling.

It makes me ach.

The path that will lead me home. 

Author's Note

This is one of those things I had a hard time picking a title for.What sounds better Marble In Motion or The Twisted Path Home

Reviews

[quinfinn]

i like "the never ending pilgrimage" but that's just me. very solid write, nicely done!

[Desert Dreamer]

A poem for one without roots, while reading this I was hoping the voice in this poem would find home. Well written.

[Judy Ponceby]

I like this very much, it flows so well, and the images are great! :) And A marble in Motion is a most excellent title. :)

[Alicia Hirshey]

I really like this. A lot.

[SpokenWord]

I saw your avatar and I thought why not review her work :) How did the test go?

I am horrible at titles I just pick anything and go with it. Now I have to say I have been to Texas and I would love to live there, LOL unless you know something I don't know about the place? No matter how far from home we go, our home is always with us for our roots are there and it is our beginning. Life is the winding road and at times we lose our way but if we chose to follow that crooked path backwards we will find home and become rejuvenate to venture out again in the darkness of life. Nice poem no mater what the title is.