The rhythm of the road
The rhythm of the road
Distance-Time
Distance-Time
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Distance-Time
Distance-Time
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Distance-Time
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The rhythm of the road
The rhythm of the road…
Brings on a yearning for home
Soothing the urge to roam.
Red and blue highways
No longer hold the allure
Of adventure, horizon.
Distance and time have taken a toll.
People become pins in a map.
Guidebooks and souvenirs,
Mineral shops, Stuckey’s,
The world’s largest gila monster,
My romance with Route 66
Has run its course –
One too many nights in a Wigwam Motel.
The rhythm of the road
Has run its course – distance
Shrinks to a pinhole in time.
Photo credit:
Jmblanco74
Wikimedia Commons
on the road again…join the dverse convoy
The Rhythm of the Road
22 Tuesday Apr 2014
Posted in poems
The rhythm of the road
The rhythm of the road
Distance-Time
Distance-Time
Distance-Time
Distance-Time
Distance-Time
Distance-Time
Distance-Time
Distance-Time
Distance-Time
Distance-Time
Distance-Time
Distance-Time
Distance-Time
The rhythm of the road
The rhythm of the road…
Brings on a yearning for home
Soothing the urge to roam.
Red and blue highways
No longer hold the allure
Of adventure, horizon.
Distance and time have taken a toll.
People become pins in a map.
Guidebooks and souvenirs,
Mineral shops, Stuckey’s,
The world’s largest gila monster,
My romance with Route 66
Has run its course –
One too many nights in a Wigwam Motel.
The rhythm of the road
Has run its course – distance
Shrinks to a pinhole in time.
Photo credit:
Jmblanco74
Wikimedia Commons
on the road again…join the dverse convoy
Poetry on the run 
I like the yearning for home, after all the travels & roaming for adventures ~ That distance is relative if your yearning is come back to home ~
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Thank you Grace.
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there is def a time it runs out…when you are far from home for long enought he adventure will run out of anything…enough distance and time…yeah, for sure…cool opening before bringing on the truth…
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Thanks Brian.
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This is art. Nicely done.
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Thank you so much Charleen.
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Having recently retired from the traveling life, much of it along old Route 66, this triggered some memories. Nicely done, setting the tone in the beginning, hint of monotony… time goes on.
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Hey thanks. I spent a very enjoyable and memorable portion of my youth traveling the old 66. Congrats on the retirement from the road…its always (mostly?) good to be home.
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Oh yes – my youthful urge to travel has dwindled mightily in age, just like in your poem.
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Amazing how the wanderlust becomes just a pleasant memory. These days a walk in the fields with my border collies is about as far as my ‘lust’ will take me
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At the end of the road it should be a home.. Somewhere the travel tires you out…
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Thanks Bjorn.
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I quite admire the opening symmetric stanza – reminds me of how the repetitious jangle of a road does lend itself to words, or a beat, and you’ve caught that feeling perfectly ~
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Thanks M…you have been on word-fire lately. I’m really enjoying your poetry.
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I do enjoy a good road trip, but I agree, there is no place like home. You captured the feeling well.
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thank you, I really do appreciate you reading and commenting on my poem.
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Beautifully penned!
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thank you so much for the kind words.
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The rhythm of the road
Has run its course
– Indeed. You bring it out perfectly. Smiles.
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thank you reading and commenting.
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Ah yes sometimes we need to rest from the road, and those lines can lose some of their allure…but we often go back to the travels, even if we upgrade from the Wigwam motels to something more comfortable.
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it’s funny, when I was kid I thought Wigwam Motel was the bomb.
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Yeah I thought the same about the TeePee stop too!
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This was wonderful. It made me think about how important our memories of past travels can be. Perhaps our idea of adventure simply changes. Even a nature walk is a journey…always something new to explore. 🙂
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I agree, there are so many ways to take a journey.
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Hiya Ron, Strong piece tonight and what a great ending: ‘distance
Shrinks to a pinhole in time.” Terrific stuff… With Best Wishes Scott
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The road always calls you home 😉 lovely experimental poetry the rhythm is bang on and the motion is undeniable. Route 66 never did anything for me either
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