Sunday, April 11, 2010


napowrimo#11.....using the prompt...things I didn't choose


putting my foot on the pedal
laying rubber down the interstate
looking for that gravel road less travelled
of dust and dirt
to set me free
believing a road is just a road
no matter if its Seattle or San Antone
missing that exit never known
where it went
what would have been
faceless ghosts or forgotten dreams
jesus on the cross
blinded by mean beams
hearing voices of lost prisoners
never noticing the miles
screaming at the scenery
at midnight or dawn
always moving on
sometimes missing that place
never been never seen
on the road to San Antone
the road not taken


Sheila Deeth said...

Makes me want to start traveling more.

rallentanda said...

The road to St Antone is the one I am searching for even though I know I have been up and down it so many times already!

Francis Scudellari said...

This makes me want to get in a car and find one of those "gravel roads less traveled."

flaubert said...

Let's go travelling! Good one my friend!

Systematic Weasel said...

Nicely written! I wish I had the time to travel more. Thanks for sharing!

Wayne Pitchko said...

I travelled soooo much in the 60s and early 70s..from Vancouver to the Village and back and forth....sooooooooo many it is on that Gravel Road up in the mountains....and its al good

Lori said...

Excellent!! Evocative images.

Irene said...

Hi Wayne, like your musings on the road.

Allan Cox said...

Wayne, I liked your citing of what you missed--captivating!