An Empty Road
by Richard Vince
There is a strange beauty in
A main road with no traffic on it,
And green traffic lights with
No vehicles to control.
It is only a fleeting state, but
One which I somehow capture
More often than not through
My north facing window, if only
For the moment for which I stare
Before climbing into my welcoming bed
Slightly later than I intended.
At times like these, my mind
Wanders into memories of things
I used to be able to do, or at least
Things I think I could do before I
Started actually to grow up.
A girl with eyes like emeralds
Catching the Sun once told me that
She thought I would never grow up
Too much, but already this seems
Like too much for me...
Like I am becoming all the things
I try to avoid in other people,
And I am becoming preoccupied with
Things I was always determined I would
Never lower myself to caring about.
Perhaps all that I wanted to avoid
Was growing up at all.
Posted on 03/30/2004
Copyright © 2022 Richard Vince
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Amy Niggel on 04/03/04 at 02:59 PM|
The image of the girl with the sun in her eyes is great, amazing poem as always.
|Posted by Anne Howe on 04/21/04 at 09:38 PM|
wistful, provokative and poignant all at the same time ..... how wonderfully you describe your situation and pen your thoughts .....brilliant read
|Posted by Mary Ellen Smith on 07/01/04 at 11:46 PM|
Easy reading with a real feel for the moment that you write about.