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Standing in My Road
Winding, weathered,
winter hit it hard,
scooping buckets of gravel from
the path most chosen.
Tires hate them.
My feet have yet to step
to their muddy bottom.
It's an easy waltz
round and down,
past the coarse to the
smooth middle.
I stand,
a peg of humanity in the vastness
of sky and fields
that spiral around me in a
melody of textured browns
and blue glaze.
Lightness pulls me upward.
My eyes lock heavenly,
up and up I grow,
feet locked in my plot,
my head in the clouds
searching above
for more
room to live.
©Eusebeia Philos 2013
Written for dVerse Poets ~ Oh, The Places We Live
We are but a peg of humanity in this vastness. So well said, thanks.
ReplyDeletePamela
Thank you. Sometimes it's enough, I think.
DeleteOh wow,growing from the land, searching for more space in which to live... very nice!
ReplyDeleteThank, Di. We all need room to grow, I think.
DeleteThe photo and poem immediately conjured up images of the midwest for me. You achieved a sense of place using description.
ReplyDeletePerceptive eye, Victoria. The midwest, indeed. And thank you.
DeleteI stand,
ReplyDeletea peg of humanity in the vastness
of sky and fields
that spiral around me in a
melody of textured browns
and blue glaze.
dude that bit right there...i could live in that...sounds like you got all the space...i could probably throw a stone over 2-3 neighbors houses....ha....
Hah. Brian, you could throw a stone, run and pick it up and throw it again and again for twenty minutes before you hit a house. Thanks again.
DeleteThis is fine work! I like the way you describe, not a general place, but a specific spot of road, potholes and all, and then spin out from there into the vastness of space.
ReplyDeleteHello, Nico. Nice to meet you, and thanks for noticing that transition.
Delete...I love it as a place to feel free, that opens me up to the possibilities, the heavens, my head already in the clouds usually ;)
ReplyDeleteYes, Katy, so true. Freedom and possibilities go so well together. Thank you.
Deletea peg of humanity in the vastness
ReplyDeleteof sky and fields...very cool and not bad at all having the head in the clouds...smiles
It's refreshing here in the clouds...thanks, Claudia.
Deleteloved this, esp the closure.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Mohana.
DeleteWow what a wonderful poem...love the last stanza.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Keith. Much appreciatated.
DeleteBeautiful poem of gorgeous country - loved the 'melody of textured browns and blue glaze'. K
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kathleen.
DeleteAll praise already said I can but echo the rest. Beautiful
ReplyDeleteI like that. Thanks.
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ReplyDeleteRight back at you!
DeleteThis reminded me of a feeling I used to get standing in my grandparents' pasture. It was a wonderful overwhelming feeling of being tiny in something huge and beautiful, but also right in the middle of it. I also get that sense of peace reading it.
ReplyDeleteYeah, Heidi, that works for me, too. Standing, turning, taking in everything, horizon to horizon, and up. Crazy.
DeleteA lovely evocation of place.
ReplyDeleteI like that core line much:
Lightness pulls me upward.
Thank you, Irene.
Deletei liked how intense your lines were... felt the struggle of daily life unfold
ReplyDeleteMuch appreciated. Thanks.
DeleteWhat a lovely reflections ~ I specially like the peg of humanity and searching above for more room to live ~
ReplyDeleteWishing you happy weekend ~
Thanks, Grace. Hope you're having a good one, too.
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