Thread: Time to Leave

It's the joy to go,
fleeing into the canyon's depths -
bones cannot break
when your feet are barely brushing the grass.

The car is rusting,
older than you in years,
but it will carry you to the desert's edge,
limping along resolutely.

Find the watering holes of bars,
the ugly boys with pretty promises,
wonder at the bright carousels of cities.

A stained backseat
with warmed leather is the softest of beds.
The sun is warming the stars
as it readies for sleep.

The window won't shut
but that's alright -
outside is a cacophony of crickets
and you have never felt safer.

The morning world rolls by in sepia tones,
warm beers the champagne of youth.
Beside you, an unwanted mutt
makes a most faithful copilot.

So very far away
they weep for your remains,
mother making pious noises
but wise father knows
your bare feet are finally touching the treetops.

Young woman goes off on "walkabout", or Thelma and Louise style to the canyon floor? first one, then the other. Hmm. Grand canyon...esq images

warm beers the champagne of youth - to "beer" something, make it not so nice? lose some sparkle...ie. champagne is fancy, beer is common...

you can always rely on dogs

feet at treetops, floating; soul released(?)

good, all of it.

Perhaps I'm wrong but what I instantly get from this poem is the phrase "count your blessings". We are always looking for what's perfect although the only thing we really need is right in front of us. A very thought provoking write. Nice job!

To me, this poem was about going away from all that is expected of you and going and doing what your heart tells you to. It's awesome. I do love the line "beer was the champagne of our youth" because beer, when you're young, seems like the best thing ever.

I liked this a lot.