Heyy people! I’m submitting this one to (hopefully and potentially) be put in a book in the big, wide world ‘out there’. Any and all thoughts are welcome and very much appreciated:
Chiselled silhouettes stark on
blue hues and dusky pinks
as twilight prinks the horizon
over this old road, traversed and travelled
by wandering wheels and feet replete
in dreams of freedom –
now trammelled and constraining.
Neon warnings, refraining further
exploration for those eyes whose gaze is
glazed and gilded with a focus
on the beyond, hearing the delectable call of adventure
now muted, unable to respond-
closing the paths to curious footsteps
yearning to descend from the highways
and motorways to dawdle
and stray – not lost, but found
in undetermined lines.
Now seems to be the time
to ignore the signs,
nurturing the seeds of escape you
sowed in your crossroad mind,
forging a way to call yours-
an experiment in off-roading.
