this road is ours
it leads nowhere
to our homes
and far away
every one
has a box
an address
awaiting news
of lives
entangled up with ours
some flags are up
on some deserted
weed choked stretch
or where tiny keyed doors
lie piled up upon each
other
on the wall
in a tower's lobby

take a step
you can't progress
by moving to another
point
which is the same as
any other
on this dusty thoroughfare
where all souls rest
connected by
the endless string of
each other
this lonely road
where all spirits lie
nowhere

touching

Harold....

Just beautiful!!!!

"weed choked," as in smoking grass?
no, "weed choked stretch," as in, smoking grass, in prison

To lie nowhere,, Mmmmmmmmmmm yes I like ...
As I love flowing accross the road of your life
visions of your soul,,, sounds of your heart
Simply beautiful,,, Bravo

ty mirror, puffins, muntjack and mom
this piece was inspired by kc's "nowhere"
i must say i've always been struck by the
idea that one simply steps out of the house
in the morning and there is the path
before our door and at the end of the driveway
that will in fact lead us out to any other
being on the planet (or anywhere else) to
exactly where they are - wherever they are
the path is clear.

and it is as much mine as yours...it always was.



and muntjack - - i'm sure i'll see
you too sometime along some particular stretch
you can run but you cannot hide. this is the
lesson of the lonely road.

Done with a quiet grace - nice write.

another fine piece from you
i really enjoyed it

thank you for the mention
inspiration comes from many sources
it may not be important where but, the fact
we are and do something about it is cause
for celebration

Beautifully said! Wonderfully wrote!
Is'nt it amazing! (((Slow)))

Nice write Slow! It really made me think and picture the person walking this road.

Hey, nice write. I just wanted to thank you for replies to my poems, for some reason, it touched me the most, maybe because I haven't heard from you in a while, much peace to you.

peace
jimmy