- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Roads # 2
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These are my roads, grey asphalt, reddish brick,
smooth going, linking home and work. I could
traverse them blindfold, draw each single stretch
untutored, without going. There are no
surprises waiting, bar the changing wear
the months come in, and even those will be
not unexpected - snow, the new spring's clean,
too fragile purity, the summer's wealth
and autumn's sheer abundance, all of them
awaited, welcome...only when the storms
half-stir the lax, slow years a latent sense
of unrest twists those well-known worlds awry
and turns those roads to corridors I take
from sleep to sleep, half-conscious, not awake
to other roads alive I have passed by.
- COMMENTS
twelveooneover 9 years agobest section:
slow years a latent sense
of unrest twists those well-known worlds awry
OK the first three lines look like colour by number and the last line...
couldn't you have done better?
That said, Dem is probably better than most readers here.
Just that I'm a bitch about shit I've seen too much of. Live with it.
but recommened because most haven't
Cleardaynowover 9 years agoWhat a relief to see another Demure poem – and again to be thrown back to read a couple more of her earlier poems (I read the ‘Road’ poem as well as the two 'Roads' ones). So really I am commenting on all three. Each uses a road as a metaphor for life; though like all good metaphors, it works the road (metaphoree?) in its own right – the poems make full sense ignoring whatever a road may stand for.
All three poems have Demure’s usual magic: lyrical flow, subtle and meaningful images and thoughts and such a keen intelligence. I am always amazed how she achieves that lyrical feel – the cadence of the words. It cannot just be short and long, accented and non accented syllables. It took time to get into ‘Road’ and see what she was saying and doing. Loved the bit about the slippers. All three poems work the road image differently and taken together shine such a light on the human condition.
HarryHillover 9 years agolike some dire foreboding, and then was lost on the streets of Dagenham and then the paths your words took and my thoughts followed
HoneyAdoredover 9 years agoThank you taking me on this part of your journey with you, the scenery was beautiful.5ed
Ashesh9over 9 years agoMumbai potholes on your roads , Dem : 5-ed .
