Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Some Notch Along the Curled Road

Which remnants of the journey
do we choose to revere and which
will we try to push aside with the
hope that they will decay and dissolve?
Despite our best efforts, the ugliness
of expired passion will never disappear.
It will return, perhaps in the guise of the drunk relative
always arriving early and being told to leave the party.
At best they are recycled, warped
and distorted and carried forward for
our next dash on the treadmill of dysfunction.
Looking into the next pair of eyes,
the broken windshield of regretful journeys
reveals the road ahead that we could drive blindly.
We can do our level best to strangle
this latest epiphany until the next oncoming collision.
Mired and wired by cold realizations
and blanketed regrets, what we've escaped always
welcomes us back to its musty, familiar den.
Many new routes are awaiting that will collect this debris,
deny its provenance, embrace it
and then resent it. Each can ignite new passions
and obscure loss. But the tug is always there of
the hope of your father standing at the edge of
the garage door, a baseball mitt in hand
and a never realized dream he dares you to catch
(Words - Junk Thief 2010; Images - Gregg Biggs May 1977)

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9 Comments:

At 4:10 PM, Blogger Salty Miss Jill said...

Haunting. You have such a way with words. (Great photos, too) Thank you. :)

 
At 4:56 PM, Blogger Totalfeckineejit said...

Yep, great photos , great words.Thanks.You're on The Bus!

 
At 6:20 PM, Blogger willow said...

This is wonderful! If this isn't a ticket for the bus, I don't know what is!

 
At 8:47 PM, Blogger rich bachelor said...

Love the hell outta this.

 
At 2:44 AM, Blogger Karen said...

The question at the beginning sets the tone for the whole, then the words pair wonderfully with the photos. I really like the ending.

 
At 7:09 AM, Blogger Poetikat said...

Your photos are fantastic and the words, equally so. What I really like, however, is the title.

Kat

 
At 10:04 AM, Blogger Titus said...

So haunting, your words and the photographs have taken me somewhere I don't think I've been before with such clarity. Thanks.

 
At 3:07 AM, Blogger Moira said...

Aww...moving, makes me feel still inside.

 
At 9:11 AM, Blogger Argent said...

"Despite our best efforts, the ugliness of expired passion will never disappear." You said it!

 

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