Vanishing Point

Look far enough down any road
you will see the vanishing point.
The road continues but
is unseeable. unknowable.
Until you take a step or two
towards that distant point.
With each step you take
the vanishing point also
moves one step
The vanishing point is always there
but willing to yield its mysteries
one step at a time.
We plan and predict and guess
what the future may hold, but
can only see so far
and we can only wonder
what is beyond the vanishing point?
and can only know, moment by moment
as we take our steps
cautious or bold
into the future

That Last Fork In The Road

We walked together, you and I
along this winding, dusty road.
More than once you, or I,
chose to explore along some side path,
but eventually, we always seemed
to find our feet on the same pathway
once again. And so, at our last parting
we laughed, waved, and said “see you
soon” not realizing at the time that,
while many forks lead to paths that make
their way back to the same road,
sometimes they lead to completely
separate highways that
may never again merge.
I wonder upon what road you trod,
and wonder if you think of me also
and I wonder if there’s a chance that,
maybe someday, those roads will
once again
become
one?

~~

written for dVerse where one of the hosts, Abhra, has announced that he is resigning from the dVerse team. He asks us to write of “unintentional goodbyes”. Abhra: I wish you only the best in whatever paths you find yourself walking on. Who knows, perhaps our roads will once again join together!

Also sharing this with “The Daily Post” where “fork” is the prompt

The Road Was A Ribbon Of Moonlight

She walked unconcerned down the
long and twisty gravel road
despite the fact that it was
well after sundown. She sang a
song as cheerful as the blue ribbon
in her auburn hair, for she had no need of
fear beneath the friendly moonlight.

~~

another golden shovel for dVerse.  I have used a snippet of a line from The Highwayman by Alfred Noyes

A Walk May Be A Risky Thing

Today at dVerse, Shanyn is having us write poems about the “rhythm of the road”.

I immediately thought of “The Old Walking Song” by J.R.R. Tolkien (in the Fellowship of the Ring).  If you are not familiar with this poem, check it out.  I can’t read/hear this poem without wanting to set out on a walking adventure of my own.  Family, work, etc. keep me from going on too long of walking expeditions, but maybe one day…

I wanted to write something in the style of Tolkien’s poem, and so here is my attempt…

A walk may be a risky thing
For it could take me anywhere
To places that will make me sing
Or have me quaking in great fear
And yet I find my feet have need
To tread upon a path brand new
So I’ll succumb and let them lead
The risk is surely worth the view

So I will step out of my door
And leave the comforts of my home
There are new places to explore
I’m not content unless I roam
Who knows what wonders I will see
Or who I’ll meet upon my way
The walking life’s the life for me
And shall be til I’m old and grey