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 ~
I love the opening lines of this travel poem......and could see the road skirting mountains as I read. Cool image!
ReplyDeleteA lovely pace set for exploration :)
ReplyDeleteThe road sure gives us a map of where we have been in life
ReplyDeletePeople have learned since ancient times to observe the bird migrations habits and so....that indeed 'maps our faces' - interesting image x
ReplyDeleteIndeed 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.
ReplyDeleteStrong final line - I love the lines and creases on old faces, very much like a map of all that they have experienced.
ReplyDeletethe 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"but it is the road that draws & maps our faces": Wow. Can be interpreted in multiple ways. :-)
ReplyDelete-HA
those travels are so much a part of us... lovely lines
ReplyDeleteWhat a powerful final line!
ReplyDeleteVery nice and so true. I love the picture that you posted with it. Peace, Linda
ReplyDeleteWhat 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.
ReplyDeleteOur journeys really do have a way of marking us, don't they?
ReplyDeleteI really like how you ended your poem, Grace. This is so true. Great photo to complement your words.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem Grace! Yes we always have roads!!
ReplyDeleteSuperb close, Grace. Enjoyed this piece much.
ReplyDeleteYes - I have seen the hardness the road has molded, and the kind eyes too.
ReplyDeleteA map inside for humans
ReplyDeleteis 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..:)
i like how the lines flow into one another
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I like the final line especially, Grace - it makes me think ~
ReplyDeleteThe last line is absolutely profound.
ReplyDeleteDeep and true and beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteI 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.
ReplyDeleteThis moves along like road of life, Grace. I love how it meanders and then hits the mark!
ReplyDeleteWhere we have been shapes our faces...like that idea!
ReplyDeleteGrace, 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.
ReplyDeleteHi Truedessa,
DeleteThe words came to me first, then I looked for the picture ~ Thanks for the visit ~
I love how you personified the road. Thought provoking ending!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem, Grace. I have missed your beautiful poetry.
ReplyDeleteYou've captured and articulated some beautiful, evocative patterns in this piece.
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