take my hand and we will take this path
covering states and miles and hours
days of sunshine and mountain air
smoky pool halls and small rooms
warm against the winters ice
lets wander to the cities bright
with green lights and red
eyes of sorrow
entering small towns and villages
changing the view of rolling hills
to the pigtrails with deer
wallows hidden in the deep green
ferned hollows far below the rocky ledges
hold on tight as we move together
across time and space
skin yielding to years
trailed behind, left salted and sated
on this path we take, take my hand
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This is lovely, and I adore your sense of rhythm, which is what makes poetry what it is x
hand in hand anytime is a lovely thing….especially while on the trip of life 😉
beautiful it’s like a love song.
Thank you Heidi! I’m happy you thought that – I had hoped it would come across. K
Traveling across regions, or even time, is always better with a companion. May you always have a hand to reach out for.
And you as well – thank you! K
I love road trips and yours took me down those small towns and villages and bright city lights ~
Have a lovely day ~
Thank you Grace. I appreciate your time and comments. K
a lovely and beautiful read… I really like this.
Well, thank you so much, Bjorn – K
nice..i like how the inward and outward journey mingle here..going through things and places together..holding hands…nice intimacy as well
Thanks, Claudia. It is the journey of my marriage – the last 30+ years in a snapshot. K
I like the way this reads. The final line is worded really uniquely. “On this path we take, take my hand” Love it. It almost reads like a song.
Thanks, Gretchen – I played with that last line for a bit – happy you liked the way it turned out – K
I like how you begin and end with “take my hand” and I like the end:
skin yielding to years
trailed behind, left salted and sated
Thanks – the ‘salted’ is a very obscure reference to Lots wife becoming a pillar of salt when she looked back. – happy you liked the poem and happy you stopped by – K
A very evocative write. I like how you begin and end with “Take my hand,” inviting the reader to journey right along with you!
And I am happy you came along, Mary – thanks! K
A lovely kind of companionship here and travel through present and past. k.
Thank you so much. K
smiles. i am all up for a good road trip…and how can one resist such an invitation as well….the skin yields to years…smiles…dont know if i will make it across to missouri…having a hand to hold ont eh journey makes all the difference…
Maybe we will all meet half way! Thanks, Brian.
So full of hope that we’re never alone through all life’s trials and tribulations.
Thanks, Laurie – and congrats on the wonderful poetry this month – a monumental feat and well done! K
You make the road trip come alive, and the sense of freedom that entails–the best times ever are like this, holding that one particular hand…enjoyed this much.
Thanks so much – I am happy you enjoyed it – I am always up for a road trip 🙂 K