Poetry is the food of the soul. It's my greatest contribution to the world and an area I can always grow.
City lights fading in the rear-view mirror
Black highways snaking into the desert
Each tendril has a timeless story
Some a route to somewhere
Most a connection to nowhere
Cars passing and speeding forward
Traffic thinning and then fading away
Each driver carries their own story
Stories of adventure, hope, and survival
The road leaves little for imagination
Long empty hours waiting in the night
White lines passing but never pausing
Magical moon and stars overhead
Quiet thunder fading in the distance
One by one the city sounds disappear
Until nothing becomes truly nothing
Only the sounds of silence and darkness
The road narrows and becomes lighter
Grey concrete fades to black
Asphalt gives way to hard packed earth
Shifting sands and the dust of eternity
Nowhere roads surrendered to nature
© 2019 Ralph Schwartz
Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on October 07, 2019:
Thank you for the wonderful poetic trip down the road,
BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on October 04, 2019:
So true, roads are a different journey for each one of us.
But in the end they all lead to the same dark, quiet, and lonely path we all seem to take.
Vivian Coblentz on October 04, 2019:
I love the ending especially because nowhere ends up being the most peaceful place of all.
Lorna Lamon on October 04, 2019:
I liked how this poem took me on a journey full of lots of different stories, eventually returning to nature. Great writing.
Suzie from Carson City on October 03, 2019:
Awesome, Ralph. Simply wonderful! Peace, Paula
Doris James MizBejabbers from Beautiful South on October 03, 2019:
Very nicely done, Ralph. It reminds me of a road to the bayou of my childhood.