Travelling again
kicking dust
on sleeping tracks
I sigh for you
I’ve never known
just how far
can you take a gaze?
Across this desert
these badlands
these madlands?
Can you just
walk with it
and keep walking
until borders are crossed
papers handed in
to wary men
in small glassed rooms?
Travel with it
to a new land
never to return
the same?
That gaze,
now
sun-bleached
scarred
older, wiser
tattooed by time
or
loved
beyond belief.
© DebRJordan 2012
Very well expressed with innovative images. Why is there a 'choice' at the end? Does one eliminate the other?
I agree with Ann. Couldn't have put it better
Deborah Jordan Bailey
Fri 15th Feb 2013 22:56
thank you Ann :) i hope you and my ancestral homeland are well this winter :)
Deborah Jordan Bailey
Fri 15th Feb 2013 22:55
they aren't dissimilar John i have quite nice little feet it has been said..
It's my railway line though.
Are they your feet?
Beautiful, clear-as-a-mountain-stream poem. Lovely.
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Deborah Jordan Bailey
Mon 18th Feb 2013 22:41
thanks Dave :)
and thanks Cynthia.. it was just my line of thinking, pessimistic maybe, trying to be stoical if what seemed to be something turned out not to be or just changed along the way.Like some journeys turn out when you're not sure where you're going anyway,could go one way, could go the other,or yep both roads could well merge into one. Guilty of B&W thinking again,me.