There is a road.
No, less than that,
It is a path,
Worn into the baked dust,
Traveled by uncounted feet:
Men,
Goats,
Children,
Armies…
All seeking journey’s end.
To call this emptiness
Trackless,
Is to misunderstand
The transcendental beauty
Of the nighttime stars
As they flare overhead.
Guiding lights,
A map to be read by
Men,
Goats,
Children,
Armies…
All searching for answers.
To name this desert
Nothing
Is to misunderstand
The cruciform paradox
Formed by the mind
As it blazes, unexplained.
this is so well written that it shocked me, coming with such a simple title, i was so pleasantly surprised
Reviewed by Amy Hess (Reader)
Reviewed on March 16, 2005
WoW! Kevin! This is awesome! (And I don't hand out compliments mildly.) I especially like the parallel in your form that echos the metaphor of journey. Also, the reiteration of your list and your correction of road to path shows a new maturity in your work. Bravo!!
Inspirational poetry, written from the heart and soul. Verses that are well-suited for reading on a rainy day and that are guaranteed to bring a smile to your face.
This is a book of free verse poetry that addresses the seven main tests in life and offers some sensible solutions to passing those tests with minimal discomfort.
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
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