Sander Wolff Poet Free verse

Where the Road Would End

He staggered down the cobble stoned avenue,
weaving through narrow passages,
wondering where the road would end.

Walls rose up around him, 
shuttered windows obscuring quiet lives,
quiet loves, and passing fancies.

In the distance, snow covered peaks tower
above the village, heavy with 
winter’s white abundance.

Will he find his way home?

Will the snows stay until Spring’s thaw?

Will the town survive ‘til dawn?

We’ll never know.

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Michelle Mac Donald January 13, 2009 at 10:36 AM Thanks for your comment, Sander!:) Maybe..."We'll never know"..lol! That was certainly making a pretzel out of that poem. A twist here, a bend there...we could feed it to Freud?:)) Wishing you the best! Mikki Sander Wolff April 11, 2018 at 1:30 PM Mmm. Pretzels.

Michelle Mac Donald January 13, 2009 at 9:58 AM Oh well..."We'll never know".:( Nicely done, Sander, but still, I really wanna know! Why was he staggering? Anyways, a great write! The imagery creates a cold and lonely atmosphere..I hope he survived! Okay, this one is grabbing at my imagination...in reality the ending is perfect. It certainly sets the mind reeling.:) Happy 2009...best to you and yours! Mikki Sander Wolff April 11, 2018 at 1:29 PM One of the challenges of live is to sit with uncertainty. It makes us uncomfortable, but it is closer to reality, I think. Thanks for reading, and commenting.

Sharon Winter October 4, 2008 at 3:15 PM A cliff hanger, as in real life. Still, I so loved the imagery. Also, perhaps some day we will know. Different and thought provoking write. Love, Shar Sander Wolff April 11, 2018 at 1:28 PM Thank you, Sharon.