UNPUBLISHED POEM
April 28, 2011 at 4:39 pm 2 comments
My readers,
It’s been many years since this image etched itself into my brain.
I finally wrote it out.
I’ve got to give you something to occupy your time since my accomplishments have not been numerous lately.
DRIVING TO THE EDGE ON INTERSTATE FIVE
As the tires hum I grip the wheel
Through miles of barren landscape,
My wife, daughters make the sound of sleep
As the emptiness rushes by,
I am alone in this desolate land
With only my thoughts for company,
The San Joaquin Valley stretches along
This ribbon of road,
On the CD player, Jonatha Brooke
Sings her sad, soulful songs,
I am so far away from home
As the sun lowers behind the distant mountains,
Wherever I travel, or choose to exist
I long for the home
I fear I may never find,
There is something inside
That I do not understand
That will not permit peace,
A happy family is mine
But conflict and emptiness still possess me,
Forever alone.
Entry filed under: poem, PUBLISHED POEM, UNPUBLISHED WORKS. Tags: Jonatha Brooke, poem, san joaquin valley.
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slpmartin | April 28, 2011 at 5:30 pm
Rather sad to have that feeling of emptiness when so much beauty is all around…enjoyed the post.
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walttriznastories | April 28, 2011 at 6:47 pm
My friend,
The feelings had a great deal to do with the setting.
Sunset, in that area is a very lonely place, especially when you are far from home.
Walt