Blind Curves
by Odin odin@aflx.com — Read all 3,869 poems by Odin odin@aflx.com
We all lose our way at some point in the journey. Some find themselves, others forever repeat the error. (Image by braveheart)
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
Blind Curves
by Odin Roark
How often the road seems rutted,
even knowing that progress begets wear,
wear solicits repair,
repair turns temporary,
temporary becomes fatigued and weary.
Such is the trek through expectancy.
Once
Bushwhacking sufficed,
convenience dictated trails and paths,
entitlement demanded guideposts,
arrival was expected as a given.
Today
Many travel impulsively,
roaming through relationships,
wandering amidst unknown dangers,
proceeding at ever increasing speed,
to become venerated by all,
seduction’s quintessential fulfillment.
For others,
closing the eyes,
resonating with breath’s inherent silence,
accepting such stillness as harmony’s whisper,
brings true arrival at destination’s essence,
leaving behind the long way traveled,
as unnecessary blind curves,
in realizing the journey’s short distance.
As usual, your poems elicit deep questions that face us all and enlighten us with new understanding.
Ron
Many travel impulsively,
Others close their eyes.
Quite powerful, and sadly true for so many today.
In life you need to know what you are looking for while travelling your journey, twist and turns don't mean anything if you know what you are looking for.
Just my own opinion.
Sandie
For me (personally) the greatest joy is the process of doing and accomplishing. The focus and the passion of creating something uniquely yours has no equal. I am sure that you can relate to that. We all walk lonely paths. To be loved, respected, understood, and accepted is embedded in the fabric of every human-being. It completes something in us. Sadly, far too many live their lives, and approach their passing, unloved and incomplete. We need a lot more than personal moxie and talent to survive and burgeon.
Your written work is thoughtful, honestly conceived, and appreciated, Kent. Thanks...