Small Asphalt Road
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Upon the mountainside
Meanders the small asphalt road
Its dotted, factitious yellow line
Bisecting the concrete
Like a pulsating light in the darkness
Perched on its artificial home
It paves the way for humanity
With its gravel
Asphalt
Concrete
And yellow paint.
The narrow feat of man
Bears witness to forces of nature
Wind, rain, thunder, hail.
Standing silently through it all.
But when the sea thunders true
And rock gives to
And as the clouds darken
And the sky falls down
Tumbles down the small grey
Asphalt road.
A monument to the vanity of man
Lies shattered on the timeless shore
Strewn about
Its gravel
Asphalt
Concrete
And yellow paint.
Wow. This is very, very well done. I love how you create a theme throughout the entire poem, which is the yellow paint.
ReplyDeleteI love all the descriptions in your poem! It's easy to picture exactly what you're talking about, and the repetition of gravel, asphalt, concrete, and yellow paint is very well-done.
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