That Dead-End Road Poem by Holly Jamestone

That Dead-End Road



It wasn't just a dead-end road
But a lesson-lined obstacle course
With no real definition or redeeming boundaries
Just a tired road washed out
Its direction signs long since gone
In the air the stench of deer carcass
Who had formerly done the headlight dance
As their moon eluded them
And their maker herded them back to far-away lands

With flower blooms but a memory
Only sinewy legs whining and dangling in the wind
On that one-way ticket to nowhere
With prickly lined hedges and potholes in waiting
A gravel so coarse, the soul and soles begged for reprieve
Even hitchhikers saw no allure
And thunder's incessant standing ovations
Served only to confuse and annoy
The few remaining rodents of low self-esteem

It was an opportunity to challenge one's self
Weaving around the orange cones
Looking for the gold prize ring
But the clouds wept and the gray stalled overhead
With no rainbow in sight and none on tomorrow's horizon
Only a gold fish once frozen in a nearby pond
Clearly visible from the rocky edge
And the sun coaxing and beckoning all of true self-worth
Away from that dead-end road

(4-6-2004)
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Holly Jamestone

Holly Jamestone

Denver, CO U.S.A.
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