Sunday, May 16, 2010

Inside Lane

Lines of wisdom follow
furrowed brow trails
to crossroads of pain

and intersections of loss

Squinting-squishy eyes
of babies crow feet laughter

Routing whincing pains of joy
to gratefulness etched

Streets of glowing creases
behind pretentious fast smiles
for lights dimming outside

Forging crinkled paths
back to inside's road

traveled not long ago

Highway twenty five


  1. This is the kind of poem that I could read over and over again and get something new out of it each time.

  2. Excellent reply, and I thank you so much for it.
    It is exactly what every writer hopes for.
    So good to see you. :)
    Thanks for visiting my little blog.
    See you soon.