Open Poetry #47 |
The Traveler #1 |
JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
The traveler meandered down the dusty road like an abandoned cur, stopping momentarily to gaze at a Broken Heart scattered here and there. As he stared at what was before him he likened it to nightmarish dreams. Shading his eyes from a tremendous August sun, the traveler peered off to the right where a mortally wounded Psyche lay in the weeds, baked into something calloused and hard, no longer part of the poor soul it had come from. To his left, where he didn't have to shade his eyes, rose a huge Mountain of Betrayal. Hand-sized tears tumbled down its weathered slope to drop into a swirling vortex of optimism, which reprocessed it back into betrayal, forever recycling the sadness of man's Treachery. The traveler closed his eyes and sighed. Old Sol plunged behind craggy mountains where it would soon retire for the night. I can't do this. He received no answer. The traveler expected none. Still, it was not silence which greeted his declaration, faint Moans of Anguish could be heard over the tormented pleas of a small child. Male? Female? He knew not. It mattered not. The pain was real. He withstood it by keeping his eyes closed. The road was familiar. He had never been there, though. Not in this life. That was the thing, then. Since everything seemed familiar, if twisted and quite out of kilter, the traveler had to ask . . . Am I dead? Far away he heard Shattered Hope screech. Am I dead, or is this the way to The All-American Dream? ©February 7, 2011 / Jerry Pat Bolton ~ Some people are like a Slinky -- not really good for anything -- but you still can't help but smile when you shove them down the stairs. ~ |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
I liked this Jerry. It's different. Lori |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Thank you, Lori. More to come. ~ Some people are like a Slinky -- not really good for anything -- but you still can't help but smile when you shove them down the stairs. ~ |
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serenity Junior Member
since 2011-01-30
Posts 13Queensland, Australia. |
Hi Lori, Being a novice, I'm more reading than writing at present, to learn. I got a book from the library & in it, it said that to get the maximum from a poem, one should read it out aloud. I did this with yours & see what the book meant. You really get the feeling. Thoroughly enjoyed your poem, thank you. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Thank you serenity, but my name is JerryPat, not Lori and I am male instead of female. Other than those two mistakes I appreciated your comments. ~ Some people are like a Slinky -- not really good for anything -- but you still can't help but smile when you shove them down the stairs. ~ |
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faithmairee Senior Member
since 2011-01-05
Posts 1441Poe Haven, USA |
ok, i read the second part first now i have two down...great reading, JerryPat...can't wait for part 3...you're an awesome story teller There must be a poem in here somewhere. |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Ah . . . Great, Faith, I'm glad you are liking it. Tomorrow, #3. ~ Some people are like a Slinky -- not really good for anything -- but you still can't help but smile when you shove them down the stairs. ~ |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Ah, Jerry. I had a "mad Max" moment as I read this. Which is a compliment, okay? Now, on to number 2! |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
I used to love those insane movies, Sunshine, and thank you for reading and commenting. ~ Some people are like a Slinky -- not really good for anything -- but you still can't help but smile when you shove them down the stairs. ~ |
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