Smooth Road

I stare at the stark darkness ahead, My hands squeeze the steering wheel While a simple trepidation musters its way to my heart The road is long, my headlights keeping shadows in check I see the smooth path, intrigued by its uniform contentment My tires and many tires before have moseyed yonder upon it In the dark and light alike, with perspectives all their own, Had they once thought, in the dusk or in the sun, How much more will this road tolerate? How much harder will the sun beat upon it, And will the chilled darkness one night crumble it to nothingness? There is no answer of course, For they are silly inquiries, dimming campfire talks And really, questions stem from a lonely mind blabbering alone… The road moves unobtrusively, Or am I moving? Pressing this car with privilege to play its role, Bravely contacted with the cold Running steadily Through the friction of the tires This road, it will crack someday, in all the usual places Dulling, eroding, becoming near-natural Just to be made new and safe again Ready for man and roadkill… I will ask one more time for solitude’s sake, Why is it so perpetually smooth? I expected a bumpy night in this desolate stretch But we should not have the ability to expect what disturbs us… I am reminded that roads do not mean to satisfy little wonderments Can care less for these zooming contrivances That we sit in comfortably, turning on the radio to drown out the mutability Tonight I bask in it, and though I am not fully lost in the night, The road and this car keep me feeling secure, Even when surrounded by wilderness It occurs to me a lot— How can one feel so human? In the comfort of a car, we escape the darkness of the wild Only barely, And the road behind me, Well it is abandoned, forgotten for a while Till more wheels spin across its surface some other day It is so smooth, Barren and ordinary Not existing to dream its own existence But it is gracefully real, and getting realer As I continue to gaze through the glass

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016



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Date: 3/18/2016 3:33:00 PM
If you look in my older posts I did write a poem about one of my dreams, called The Stranger in the House ... might appeal to your darker side ... lol. Perhaps I'll post a short story up one of these days about my MOST off-the-wall dream I've ever had. P.S. Curious about this collab dealio ... not something I've done before. Ha ha.
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Laura Breidenthal
Date: 3/18/2016 8:23:00 PM
Waitah second haha....are you referring to collabing poetry? If so, I really dunno hahhaha. I mean I've collabed with a few peeps before(not the marshmallows xD) and from what I understand it's just... People writing poetry together.. some write a line, the other writes one to follow, or a full stanza and then the other follows after, or it's all intricately planned? - depends on how they want it to be, I guess. --Anyway, yeah that....was a shocking dream indeed. It's interesting what our minds can come up with, subconsciously or consciously huh? Sometimes I have had dreams where I am at a place that is so familiar, though under further inspection, I've probably never been before.. I guess it's similar to a dejavu, or however that weirdness is spelled. Other dreams I've had have been continuations of "past dreams" or past experiences, that may or may not of happened. I dunno. It's all very interesting though. It's like our minds are tricksters or something. ~Laura
Date: 3/18/2016 8:15:00 AM
You've a knack for channeling your visions, Laura - a highly immersive and profound metaphorical piece here... So vivid, that the road can almost be touched...
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Laura Breidenthal
Date: 3/18/2016 9:13:00 AM
Awwh, thanks Michael. Glad you got to read this one. I am so grateful for your kind words this morning! ~Laura
Date: 3/18/2016 2:02:00 AM
Sounds incredibly eerie, Laura! I've had very bizarre dreams myself (some that take around 10 minutes just to explain ... they practically have a plot to them!) ... I'm well acquainted with indescribable feelings ... lol.
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Laura Breidenthal
Date: 3/18/2016 9:12:00 AM
Ah...yes, indescribable feelings can be frustrating for me at times...other times, they're really nice..hmmm...sounds like you have a big imagination - not surprising as your poetry is very colorful and unique. This reminds me...I had the randomest dream involving Jack Black last night. We were hanging out at this super fancy McDonalds XD We were joking around about something and he ended up laughing so hard that he spilled his drink all over himself. Haha^^ Anyway, Timothy, I'd love to hear a dream of yours sometime. Maybe it's good material for a new poem ;) <3~Laura
Date: 3/17/2016 8:09:00 PM
So many thoughts, here. Are you the road? Or are you the driver? The two blend together, nearly indistinguishable from each other. "For they are silly inquiries, dimming campfire talks And really, questions stem from a lonely mind blabbering alone…" I could really envision this scene. And I've had this same feeling before, but never put it to words like you did here. When you spend the day alone from everyone else, and it occurs to you how strange it is, that you haven't a spoken a single word.
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Laura Breidenthal
Date: 3/17/2016 8:30:00 PM
I had a dream of this road...but it was almost a serene and surreal experience on the verge of being a nightmare. The long road kept it in check. If a monster were to emerge, I would be more comfortable! It's the quietness save the sound of the car running that really made it quite eerie. It was the expectation of something wrong with this road that made the road so strange and rather intimidating, if that makes any ounce of sense. It's an indescribable feeling. But anyway, before I write a novel, thank you so much for the sweet comment. Your feedback is awesome! ~Laura
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Timothy Hicks
Date: 3/17/2016 8:13:00 PM
... that's when thoughts are at their loudest! Truly ingenious allegorical piece that makes one's thoughts go in a thousands directions. Opening the door, only halfway, for the reader to take away their own interpretations, about Life's Road, and what it means.
Date: 3/17/2016 7:35:00 PM
My kind of poem Laura. I always like when, sometimes, 'little wonderments' are satisfied by things that we didn't think were meant to, after all, the road, the car, etc all started with 'little wonderments'. I like where this poem takes me.
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Laura Breidenthal
Date: 3/17/2016 8:24:00 PM
Thank you Rob! Glad these wonderments made it on a page then, if you dig it! Means a lot to me, thanks.<3 ~Laura
Date: 3/16/2016 4:54:00 AM
An allegory that makes one think of life's road, expressed in a most masterful way, dear Laura. Thought provocing!
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Laura Breidenthal
Date: 3/16/2016 6:51:00 PM
Thanks, Demetrios, for your sweet feedback. ~Laura
Date: 3/15/2016 8:39:00 PM
Its interesting to me that there is only one road that goes through our Past, yet our futures present innumerable roads to travel Laura. The metaphor of this road poem creates a unique metaphysics on life...J.A.B.
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Laura Breidenthal
Date: 3/16/2016 6:50:00 PM
Lovely ponders, Justin. This is why I love your mind. I constantly get lost in thought- it can turn to melancholy and cram craziness in my head so easily..this was a dream I had not too long ago and its been on my mind ever since..I really want to know what road I was driving down..maybe I will find it some day--I'd much rather it be one of the future roads ;) It occured to me in the dream that it could just go on forever, and I'd be out of gas eventually and be in complete darkness. Thankfully, morning came and the road was left behind. Thank you for reading this one! Your feedback and your poetry mean the world to me! ~Laura
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