Metaphor
By Ed Crane
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The future gifted to you is a desert
highway, Roman straight, dividing
dry, featureless landscape into halves.
You dare a glance into the rear-view
mirror, hoping to glean some pleasure
from the summer greens, fertile browns
and soft furnishings of the past. Dust
screens it from view and you know it
only settles when you have moved on.
You continue your journey, looking for
a rainbow on the horizon or a break in
the road where you can turn onto an
alternative direction or even a lay-by
where you can catch your breath and
get a respite of peace or warm arms.
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I like the almost
I like the almost afterthought of warm arms, which might be the most hoped for where the prospects are so lacking in comfort. The searching for green in such an arid environment - guess we've all been there hoping to take the turn to a different direction.
'glance into the rear-view
mirror, hoping to glean some pleasure
from the summer greens, fertile Browns'
No point in looking back for hope, it's in the past. Like it!
Cheers!
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The poem fits the photo
The poem fits the photo perfectly. Perhaps we are all hoping rainbows and greener pastures on the horizon, and looking back, we may find we have left some behind. A change of direction, often tempting, no matter how brief the break. Lots to think about here, Ed. I'm probably way off the mark - just my initial, personal interpretation. Loved it.
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The poem fits the photo
The poem fits the photo perfectly. Perhaps we are all hoping for rainbows and greener pastures on the horizon, and looking back, we may find we have left some behind. A change of direction, often tempting, no matter how brief the break. Lots to think about here, Ed. I'm probably way off the mark - just my initial, personal interpretation. Loved it.
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xGave me a lot to think about.
Gave me a lot to think about. Thanks for sharing this
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