Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Where there is an open road



black birds fly in the direction of the sun 
and stars, their ancient eyes following a spun
pattern, magnetic as seasons ripen & snap-
we pave roads as if we are marking maps
around mountains, rolling hills & green fields-
here's the compass where wind moves, a silk    
as we tally miles & clock station's voices-
but it is the road that draws & maps our faces




Image by Ed Fairburn


Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Hosted by Bill ~  Thanks for the visit ~

30 comments:

  1. I love the opening lines of this travel poem......and could see the road skirting mountains as I read. Cool image!

    ReplyDelete
  2. A lovely pace set for exploration :)

    ReplyDelete
  3. The road sure gives us a map of where we have been in life

    ReplyDelete
  4. People have learned since ancient times to observe the bird migrations habits and so....that indeed 'maps our faces' - interesting image x

    ReplyDelete
  5. Indeed how our journey in life draws those lines on our faces and map our lives - if people could read the lines on our faces as they read the lines on a map, oh what wonders they would find.

    ReplyDelete
  6. Strong final line - I love the lines and creases on old faces, very much like a map of all that they have experienced.

    ReplyDelete
  7. the closing line holds a lot of depth... traveling and being cultured stays with us; and I think of how they say you can tell how a person has lived their life based on their faces and the lines... the roads etch a few as well...

    ReplyDelete
  8. "but it is the road that draws & maps our faces": Wow. Can be interpreted in multiple ways. :-)
    -HA

    ReplyDelete
  9. those travels are so much a part of us... lovely lines

    ReplyDelete
  10. Very nice and so true. I love the picture that you posted with it. Peace, Linda

    ReplyDelete
  11. What a powerful & imaginative take on the prompt; so fleshed out it felt bigger on the inside, full, rich, splendid. Hey, we read palms, why not faces; some are so weathered a novella could be written from them.

    ReplyDelete
  12. Our journeys really do have a way of marking us, don't they?

    ReplyDelete
  13. I really like how you ended your poem, Grace. This is so true. Great photo to complement your words.

    ReplyDelete
  14. Lovely poem Grace! Yes we always have roads!!

    ReplyDelete
  15. Superb close, Grace. Enjoyed this piece much.

    ReplyDelete
  16. Yes - I have seen the hardness the road has molded, and the kind eyes too.

    ReplyDelete
  17. A map inside for humans
    is already drawn.. and
    then comes culture to
    take that map away...
    To study life is to know
    innate instinct.. and now
    intuition alive..as one
    force of God asONe..:)

    ReplyDelete
  18. I like the final line especially, Grace - it makes me think ~

    ReplyDelete
  19. The last line is absolutely profound.

    ReplyDelete
  20. Deep and true and beautifully written.

    ReplyDelete
  21. I love how you put the words and images together, Grace. I especially like the twist provided by the last line. It deepened the layers of this piece.

    ReplyDelete
  22. This moves along like road of life, Grace. I love how it meanders and then hits the mark!

    ReplyDelete
  23. Where we have been shapes our faces...like that idea!

    ReplyDelete
  24. Grace, the map of life drawn in the lines of our faces..each telling a part of the journey. Did you find the picture first or the words first? Either way they compliment each other very nicely.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Hi Truedessa,

      The words came to me first, then I looked for the picture ~ Thanks for the visit ~

      Delete
  25. I love how you personified the road. Thought provoking ending!

    ReplyDelete
  26. Beautiful poem, Grace. I have missed your beautiful poetry.

    ReplyDelete
  27. You've captured and articulated some beautiful, evocative patterns in this piece.

    ReplyDelete

Thank you for your comments and visit. I appreciate them ~