The Road

another poem in my collection of poems on dreams that I've had.

My sleep was stroked with

The paint of a road in

Which I was not sure

Where walking down

It I would go, but

The wind whispered

That my soles needed to

Embark on the pavement

Of the puzzling path

In order to find the

Forgotten essence of

My soul. So I did as

I was told, strolling

The winding road.

It led me to foreign

Settings shinning under

The sun, before I was

Brought to that of

Which I had sought-

A decaying valley

Dressed in dead dirt

With silent birds whose

Eyes stalked my shadow.

I smiled as I gazed upon

The sight, for the dreary

Scene triggered the memories

Of everything worth seeing

That the path had shown

Me before. I stood there for

A moment before I turned

My back from the path

To face the beauty of

The vast, setting sail into

The world’s unknown

to roam and find everything

lovely with the time

that I had left to feel the

wind’s sweet caress.

Reviews

[Hello, Goodbye]

I love the calm narrative that progresses with a steady pace. The streaming consciousness is filled with graceful imagery.

[Tate Morgan]

We mall walk this road and wish to leave our mark it is always a treasure unopened till we look behind us to see where from where we came and take stock of ourselves and for who and what we bled.It was a great write I dont write in the same manner but we say similar things like that

[Nothing Personal]

A dream, a consciousness awakening or a supra existential cry. An amazingly introspective piece which reflects upon the crisscrosses of the mind and of virtual reality. Abstraction is the essence of good writing and I am fulfilled by my quest in this piece..You remind me of someone who is inspired by a different league of writers. Awesome !!

[Alfonso Garcia]

I felt like I was there, the description of this poem was incredible and brought upon many diffrent emotions that are both sincere and satisfied.

Great Job!!!!

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the imagery is breathless in this piece. Fantastic!!!