Open Poetry #9 |
In the spirit of Kansas, a repost |
Ryan Member
since 1999-06-10
Posts 297Kansas |
Midwestern Roadside Longings I-70 Out in the middle of our great plains there's a stretch of highway that's never known hills, but just in the distance over the curve of the land, the rolling grasslands begin. It's a lonely country there where the bluegrass knows everything from laying under so many star filled nights. I know about these plains and they know about me and this stretch of highway will always bear east and west into great hills, but it still must pass through this lonely place where everyone meets themselves. K177 Everyone always tells me they wanna get out of this little place in the middle of nowhere. There ain't no life in this state. 80 mph across the plains with the sun caressing the red grass that grows out there where everyone wants to get away from. That's where the life is. Still, it's so lonely and I know why, but I just wanna stay and revel in the tragic nature of this whole forlorn state. US 75 There are satellites in the sky and if I look up at just the right moment 185 miles south- southwest of the big town I can see them float over the vast prairies as they thank God they're up there in outer space, best place for cold steel to live. And sometimes the moon, full of a soft midnight glow, will come out & I can just smile and it can just smile back and then maybe all my dreams'll come true or at least just one. US 54 The mornings after are always the worst, after the whole night's been up wailing its blues like an all night San Francisco Kerouacian fairy tale and I'm the only one that heard it and you're back somewhere else. US 69 Just let me take to the roads a while cause the pavement's a soothsayer and what it's telling I can hear sometimes if I listen just right and really want to. It ain't just everywhere a car can go 300 miles w/o seeing a soul or a turn but still seem to get it all. But those roads keep their futures like secrets & when I get back the words are never there. But neither are you. K57 An empty pay phone, the first place my family's past remembers working. An old dying town reserved for memories and colorless photos. The trees always fly by, but in the ghosts of a Midwestern past, slow and see it and smell the rolling hills and grasses. A graveyard sits on top of one more hill, its stone engravements old and weathered, the birds still singing, the Grand Army of the Republic still marching. I-35 Semis and rust and old yellow busses who don't carry children anymore all line the roads with their sad-eyed broken headlights to tell their stories. But southbound around the gentle curves is enough of a song for me. Carry me to my promised land, or maybe just a little junction of 2 lonesome roads where I can rest my weary feet awhile. I've been longing for too many years now, and I gotta sit down. [This message has been edited by Ryan (edited 09-20-2000).] |
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Mark Bohannan Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-21
Posts 7269In the winds of Cherokee song |
Yep...you nailed them all....I just moved from Kansas in Feb and I am now STUCK down in TX for awhile. I wish I were in KS again. Ever been to Olathe? Thank you for taking me back for this visit. |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Enjoyed this much. Great imagery. Felt like I was right there with you... jwesley |
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Masked Intruder
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Senior Member
since 1999-05-23
Posts 1231Near golden sunsets |
I've always wondered about that ending Ryan. Why would you just want to sit down....if you've been sitting down for hours and hours and hours on end before then...only just in a car? |
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Ryan Member
since 1999-06-10
Posts 297Kansas |
Mark: Yes, I've seen Olathe many times. I live(d) nearby in Shawnee, which I'm sure you recognize if you know Olathe. The I-35 stanza sings of Olathe and other places south. jwesley: Glad you liked it. Road trips are always a great way to spend the evening. MI: I'm sure I've told you everything I could say here on IM, so ha. *grins* Ryan I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion. —Jack Kerouac |
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