Down The Road

It has been a busy time here, even feeling as if little has been achieved, but such are days in these times. Todays poem started with a seed of thought but wandered off on it’s own , or so it seems. This is where I allow a poem to take its own route and await what results.

It has taken two days to complete this poem and followed by this post, but I am rather pleased with the work. There is much hidden and burried within words and lines, leaving plenty for the readers to chew out their own path in this one.

But for me much has been a wander through memories of days now gone past, as we here close on a day that will be a date when our youngest passed all those years ago. But such thoughts helped to inspire some of that which lays hidden within the lines of the poem below.

For some, little may be found within these lines, but if one was to look behind words or lines , some may find a new world of a poem. Or so I see for myself, But that leaves little if no one else finds the gems within.

Having said all of this, Please enjoy this Poem:

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Down The Road



Down the road after many turns and twists,
A pause for change of mind counting the lists.
Alike going blind inside while behind,
Standards raised in union what is designed.


Detours still direct to avenues new,
Jumping queues to break through, sticking like glue. 
Short cuts ne’er worth trials to escape the plight,
One might walk a tight rope of light and night.


Along the road night dictates all the show,
Fields a glow party time to show and grow.
Little time to tell what no one knows true,
Break through nights effects delight no debut.


Hoist the colours standing true crash landing,
Society glares and dares demanding,
Change to suit the status breaking nothing,
Focus assist the written code bluffing.


Sail oceans deep in faith crashing on rocks,
Defy the natures clocks standing on docks.
Understand the hidden code rewrite one,
Feeling out done counting the blues just won.





© Pat Fitzgerald 2023

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