pleasant thought. M.True

Excellent poem again, with the best guidance. I love that the road keeps bending because that's what keeps happening to me. Glad I'm not alone.

A poem indeed, Ron!
It flows so smoothly,
it's easy to read.
To write this,
it takes thinking,
of a different kind!
None other but, Ronald!
Blessings!

That's a good message through a good poem Ron. Thanks for sharing.

A rare glimpse at the folly of being attached to "answers." For every conclusion, resolve, et al, there are always more questions.

Constantly searching for the next step on the road, what's important what's not, there is an end to this road. Maybe. Or it's a giant first step.

Such is this journey of life. You captured it all so well in this phenomenal poem. you really have the gift of quality literature Ron. Kudos!
Mary

Lots of interesting lines here. I like...

We have no fear of flying,
but we cannot touch the sky.

Fruition implies development which of course is infinitely variable and that slight incline is about six feet....(deep)

Patrick

Many mysteries await,
just around the bend.
Except the bend keeps bending,
as though it will never end.

To me, one of the best parts of life is when I don't know what's around the next bend. And I love traveling the forested back roads like the one in your pic.

Nice poem, loved the second last para most... like a multitasking mind......., takes thinking of a different kind, says it allJk

...my intuition insists on...sensation...mind's interpretation corrupted by senses...perception's the king...Enjoyable poem!

Yes this journey of life with all it's ups and downs, valleys and mountains...and just when we think we've made it,..we are shown quite quickly that we have not!...but in my estimation 'the journey is the thing'....so the 'road to fruition' with all it's mystique is most definitely where we need to be!
Enjoyable thought provoking piece....
Diana....

This reminds me of coming back from Finland. The sunset never ended. Kinda freaky! I was flying but I could not touch the sky. Then again, I think of relationships........some make it with all those twists and turns in the road but if we aim too high we lose everything for those twist and turns each teach us a lesson. This poem sent my mind into a million thrilling directions.

Love ya!

Jane

So when you reach fruition,
all wrapped up in love entwined,
the road will come down softly,
at the bottom of a slight incline.

I love what is expressed in this particular stanza... ...and also the rest of the poem. Thank you, Ron. Love and best wishes,

Regis

Thank you, Ron, for this wonderful poem. Fruition, a wonderful goal. But not everything should be a means to that end. The means are often an end in themselves, don't you agree? Like this poem, it's a means, and its own end also. love this poem however, it's absolutely true! Greetings, Daniel.

i like it, mr. ron. we chase our dreams, fueled by our desire. in the long run, we tend to forget what we set out for. it's our journey in life, and how we maneuver through the tides. then we reach our goals/ or what we believed to be our purpose. in the end, we all die. that's how i see it.

I don't know what has happened to my other ID. I have written a big review to respond to this poem, but when I tried to post the review it disappeared. My response was as follows:

We all differ in our own perception of the term "fruition". To each his/her own term. What we perceive in others may not be what they need to come to their own fruition. However, we cannot set our horizon too far, for we may not be able reach it; or setting our goals too high that we may not even see the sky. All we need to do is to equip ourselves with the best of our OWN tools to travel our own journeys. Yes, both "Tacks" and "Tact" are required amongst the tools.

Thank you for a thought-provoking poem! I quite enjoyed this!

Sandie :o)

I travel down the road of thoughts,
it ends I know not where.
But I love the poems Ron Hull writes,
with style, wit, and care.

Michael D.

HaH! Believe it or not, but I stayed with the poem and understood it with a little help from "tack." Oh, there are methods to our madness, and madness to our souls as we travel down the bumpy, pot-filled roads called Life's Boulevard.

Send-say-shun-awe!
That's all.