The Road Forgotten Poem by Elliott Rosenberg
The Road Forgotten
A traveler I was early this morning,
tearing the seams at earths beauty,
Dragging my footsteps upon its stiches,
I freed bones from the dark crevices.
Lifeless I stood before these soldiers,
Burried nameless years ago,
For mothers and daughters have begotten,
brittled corpses from the grave.
And so my yearning dusk awoken,
to leed me stray upon this path,
Abraham's journey I have taken,
Brimstone pillars of salt remain.
Held my ground for one more day,
Cheering the sun along the way,
Forgetting the irony that lay before me,
Which gave me strength to walking.
So with time my feet aged,
And to the ground became one,
For this spring a monument was born,
Testament to the road forgotten.
So I decided to look him up on the internet. To see the face and biography of a man unknown to me.
Wow! It was instant connection. A man born in the midwest and educated in California. It was as if he was the reincarnation of John Steinbeck a fellow socialist rewriting the pages of. 'The Grapes of wrath'. It was my untold story. How I lived in a car 12 years ago. Inspired by Tom Joad and the fervor to find work in California. How I met a woman from a cornfield in Iowa and bore a child in the heartland of Minnesota. How destiny took me to Madrid and the statue of Ruben Dario on the 'Paseo de la Castellana' took me to Nicaragua. How I found my calling in San Pedro de Metape writing a poem to a young lady with 2 children looking for dignity and home.
And so my journey began on May 1st, labor day, my birthday so many year ago.
And so today March 31,2012 I dedicate this poem to Paul Oquist a man I am yet to meet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/8/2024 9:02:29 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Held my ground for one more day, Cheering the sun along the way, Forgetting the irony that lay before me, Which gave me strength to walking. so many poems, beautiful ones are sleeping inside you. Take pains to bring it out and present it to the world. thanku for your greatness as a poet. tony