Beginnings – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Road – RDP Sunday


Photo: the Norseman – Hyden Road looking west.


Roads are like wounds upon the land
convenient scars
of destiny,
lines thrust into beauty
with crests of mystery
the rumble of corrugations
and puthering dust,
a testimony to repetition
memories of destinations
deep places of the heart,
my life has been roads
macadam and dirt
some once,
some thrice,
and endings that
are just beginnings after all,
but some I”ll travel no more.

©Paul Vincent Cannon




Filed under bush walking, Country, Free Verse, life, poem

17 responses to “Beginnings – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. Love this, you’ve put into words that which I struggled with this morning! thank you.

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  2. Interesting metaphor. Nicely done.

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  3. Convenient scars of destiny! Nice!

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  4. Some I will travel no more- ditto

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  5. poignant and powerful, the roads in and out of our internal landscape …

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  6. This poem resonates and also the metaphor. Such poignancy in the last line that speaks to me on another level. Thank you again for your wonderful words.

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  7. lync56

    Many memories there – I love this one but there is a sadness about it too


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