Road Trip
Vibrations of road
still thrum through
muscle eardrums
one hundred miles
on old Route 66
faded neon
peeling painted letters
stranded signs
standing tall above
decayed buildings
desiccated autos
washboard road meandering
over under I 40
knitting new and old
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I agree with “1sojournal” on her critique… It is a good start, and I enjoy the imagery you’re using! I can attest to its accuracy! LOL I can help you with a few details of Route 66 if you like…
Though you’ve pretty much pegged it already… scattered pieces of a past forgotten, little remnants of a once great American roadway, making traversing it’s original path impossible, by car OR on foot… but the journey continues, meshing the pieces together, a single path found amidst the chaos of disrepair, neglect, and property rights. I’d like to see where you go with the poem… and wonder what might inspire its completion… 
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Elron: I am NOT trying to traverse the entire Rt. 66, like a walker I know! So won’t need those details. LOL Am looking forward to the finished product myself. I think the inspiration is done, the finish now requires perspiration and reworking. Thanks for your comments. Nice to see you here again.
And it is, Eliz.: a work in progress. When I wrote what you see here, I knew I had not finished it, but decided to post it anyway, since my other posts had not inspired any comprehensive criticism. I had hoped this would. And boy, did it! lol Thank you for the specific critisms. I was a little unsure of which direction to take, but your comments have helped with that. Thank you .
Okay, read this a few nights ago, and came back again to see if what I felt had changed, or if meaning had done so in the meantime. I still feel the same way. I think this is a very good beginning of something, but it stops long before it gets there. A road trip consists of many things, not just a few impressions, but details and feelings, thoughts that arose along the way, or found some completion from or in another day, moment, whatever. Maybe it’s the title that suggests too much?
And that last line, what is being knit together, what is old, what is new? I have no idea and you give me now real clues. Are the signs newer, standing straighter? Has the washboard road been repaved and soothed? Or have the vibrations in muscles changed because you have moved or been moved? Hope you understand and you are also welcome to ask questions.
thanks for letting me see what I believe is a work in progress.
Elizabeth