Roadtrips Shared...  

rm_unlistedone 65M
3832 posts
8/12/2006 12:45 am

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Roadtrips Shared...




Roadtrips Shared...

Where does it begin?
And where does it end?
At what milepost
do we pass before
we know we've gone too far?
And at what mark
in the road
do we decide
it is worth the trip,
and the time,
and yes...
even the effort
to continue?

If I had had a map
of your heart,
I would have known
where and how far
we could have gone.
Instead,
all we had were
easy smiles...
quiet talks...
and gentle touches
to guide me
on our journey.

No, I'm not complaining
or saying that I've wasted time
being here with you.
I would never even
think to believe
all the things we've shared
were but a waste.
All I'm saying
is there is a fork up ahead...
and you want to go one way,
and I the other.

Can it really be
just that simple a thing?
To reach a point
that to travel together
is no longer an option?

Even if we do part,
I will always think back
and remember...
smile for what we had,
and feel a little
less filled,
for what I know
we will miss.

© copyright unlistedone 2006


rm_aWench4U 61M/61F
741 posts
8/12/2006 2:55 am

While forks in the road are often difficult, they become the defining moments in our lives. It's tempting to wonder "What if I had taken the other road?" especially when someone special takes it. But we must all travel our own path and seek our own destiny. Best wishes on your journey.

Remember the past but do not dwell there.
Face the future where all our hopes stand.


~Angela


angelofmercy5 59F
17881 posts
8/12/2006 4:53 am

Please don't..................


angelofmercy5 59F
17881 posts
8/12/2006 4:57 am

So, can I have another question now???????


rm_unlistedone 65M
2718 posts
8/12/2006 9:39 am

I can't help but be amazed sometimes, at the power the written word has! To write something as a thought, and to have it taken as an absolute truth. To read someone's written word, and to make it sound as though it were written as something that was about to happen. (I think in the future, I must be more careful in what, when, and how I write something.)

To read the above sounds as though I may be angry, or disturbed, for lack of a better word. Actually, I'm sitting here, as I usually am, with an easy, half smile on my face. So rest easy... I'm not fussing.

Nor am I going anywhere!

I wrote a poem dealing with a thought. A thought that all of us have had to deal with I scarcely believe, more than once in each of our lives. Each of us have dealt with this differently, I'm sure. This is just one approach toward a subject of "growing apart" from someone you care about. This one just shows it doesn't have to be a knockdown, drag-out fight; but it can be dealt with in a much easier and more gentle manner.

Again, I'm not leaving! (He said smiling!) I would hate to think what would happen if I had been writing about swimming with sharks... or something! lol! hugs to each... no go and reread the poem again. unlisted


Theflinkychick 105F

8/12/2006 3:07 pm

Isn't it wonderful and surprising what others find in the things we write? I've often thought that I had a thought or feeling set out in such a way that no one could doubt what meaning I intended to convey only to find that a reader had gotten something very different out of it. Before I finally understood that once something is written it is no longer mine to define but the readers this upset me because I thought that I had not done my job correctly. Now that I understand it fascinates me and excites me to see what meanings might be stowing away among my carefully chosen words.

btw, I also thought this was a preamble to a farewell...

I am so glad it is not!!

Not all who wander are lost.


rm_unlistedone 65M
2718 posts
8/18/2006 6:21 am

flinky... you are absolutely right in this.

Sometimes I do write some of my poems with a target, or directed at something or even someone, very specific. And there may well be one line or two in it, that has more meaning to that someone than it would have for someone else reading it. There are poems that I've written here that are directed entirely toward someone here. And yet, to the other readers they will come across totally different. (A writer's privilage, if you will.)

I want my poetry to touch on something that does make everyone stop for a moment, and hold the words for themselves. I think every poet does. I want them to feel the feelings the words convey, and give them a moment to reflect on them... and how they fit into their lives.

And if they did that, they did their job the way I intended them to do. hugs flink.... me
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Polly... yes, I kinda liked that line myself. And I allow myself memories to invade me this way. And yes, Flinky has some "very" good comments. I respect them highly, too. hug, me


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