"On the Turnpike of Indifference"

"On the Turnpike of Indifference"

A Poem by Mark


           "The Turnpike of Indifference"

A faint sliver of a crescent moon of hope, shines down upon a turnpike of indifference,
as I ride a bus headed for the city of dreams, both shattered, and realized.
Protected by an umbrella of faith and hope, I seek the lighthouse along with it's beacon
of benevolence, to guide me away from the reefs and rocky shores of poverty and despair.
Never a thought of being rich, okay, maybe just a thought, but that's all.
Just want to find a decent job and earn a living.
Birthday cakes, and Frosted Flakes, never prepared me for a life like this.


© 2014 Mark Stitz



© 2014 Mark



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Not much to ask is it? A decent job and earning a living. But for some that goal is never reached. Your lines offer a glint of hope. If we find a beacon of light to guide us, so much the better. Nicely expressed Mark.

Chris

Posted 3 Days Ago


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Mark

2 Days Ago

Thanks Chris. Good and bad times come and go, like the tides. In and out. Such are the rhythms of li.. read more
You know what I'm amazed at Mark? Different poetic points of view. In poetry is a point of view
a must have? I don't think so but it is essential to obtain. Place, deportment, what hurts,
what's expected, what's hoped for and finally, what disappointments can be conquered.
I think it was me you passed on that turnpike. I was the one going 34 in the fast lane
with the fat friend making faces.

well done.
dana

Posted 3 Years Ago


Mark

3 Years Ago

Thanks, Dana, that brought a smile to my face.

Mark
i f*****g love this!! I love the imagery and just the way you wrote it...idk I've never been good at expressing why I really like a poem but for some reason I really do love this. I wish I could give you a better response.

Posted 3 Years Ago


Mark

3 Years Ago

Well thanks very much! I appreciate your liking it!
i quite relate to this...coming from an upper middle class family and then finding myself at the poverty level...and seeing my parents good fortunes turn south---where in retirement they outlive what they had as a nest egg to live on later.

faith and hope only protect us so far...but wow...when i can afford it, i still get Frosted Flakes, and indulge.

Posted 3 Years Ago


Mark

3 Years Ago

Okay here it comes, (sorry,lol) "They're Greaat"!
jacob erin-cilberto

3 Years Ago

and i thought your name was Mark....not Tony---

oops i dropped a couple out of the bo.. read more

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