The night–the open road
Where hand-in-hand the lovers go
With quiet eyes and hungry souls
And in the lights, a path is shown
But only to the end of where
The beam illuminates the way
And to their darkened fate they plunge
With hands and fingers wound as one
The night–the open road
Where fading in his arms she hung
Against the still receding songs
From newly smoldered wreckage sung
Now overturned, the spinning wheels
Of those whose light can see just far
Enough to drive them further on
Into the dangers of the dark
vampireweather 
Excellent writing – (but of course the topic is tragic – whether you mean for it to be literal or metaphorical). This is intense writing, VW, and I FELT it!!
Whichever you prefer, Betty 🙂
I meant that metaphorically.
Thank you!
Hmmmm, thinking…. I like the imagery 🙂
Thank you, BlueGem!
Another beautiful poem, my friend!
Thank you, Deb! 🙂
“Where fading in his arms she hung
Against the still receding songs
From newly smoldered wreckage sung”.
Just..wow. Loved it V.
I am glad you feel that way, sir! 🙂
I love it … 🙂
Thank you 🙂
Very beautiful and so tragic! i love it…
Thank you, bipolar muse!
That is so good, the” hand in hand analogy” , the “And in the lights, a path is shown
But only to the end of where The beam illuminates the way” I know well the headlights beam…. such a beautifully worded and flowing poem with such a sad ending.xx
Romance often has sad endings it seems. Thank you Willow!
A sad and heart-felt ode to the death of a young couple in a car accident on a dark night on the road. Very well written. A completed poem that also stands as a metaphor for falling off our chosen path after venturing into the shadowy places of life while distracted.
I always enjoy hearing your perspective, granbee. When I write, I try not to be too specific so that I can think it through in various ways, and one of my favorite things about publishing is hearing what it means to someone else and how they read it. Thank you!
Sad and doubly so, for it happens all to often to youngsters in car wrecks.. A very poignant poem told with your heart ..
Thank you for coming to call, sue. I am glad you took time to enjoy it
I love your poetry. I’m glad you continue to post even when you don’t have to.
I do not post out of duty. I post out of love, and in some ways love compels me. Perhaps, at least for now, I do have to. It is important to me as a labor of love. Thank you for continuing to read, my muse
And to their darkened fate they plunge
With hands and fingers wound as one……..
beautifully written, it rends my heart.
Thank you, my friend
This one is very intense and I truly “felt” it! So sad, but hauntingly beautiful, VW~
I appreciate your feeling it Lauren!
Leaves me wanting more. Not that it ends clumsily, but that it is too good to end so soon.
I thought about making more…I am just losing my touch slowly, so that is all I had lol
In some traditions, that would be seen as progress. 😀
Most of my poems are incomplete and I do not post them. Occasionally there is one I decide is complete and doesn’t need more, but I usually feel like there should be more. I figure if I feel that way it is a good sign I am willing to edit myself instead of ramble on 🙂
It was your comment about “losing your touch” that sparked my reply. I was hoping to shed a positive light on this. My own problem around new writing these days is around the amount of my time that is eaten up in reading others’ work.
Yes, I spend so much time trying to catch up on other blogs I don’t create as much, but I feel rude if I don’t lol
Snap! 😀
I can’t get to your blog as often as I want.You go for it! This is real sound stuff!
and I do not throw around compliments like this
TCTG.
Thank you for taking time to stop by! I appreciate your thoughts