I’m a Road


I am a road

tar pitched, black

yellow lines


down my back

I stretch forth

to oblivion



to come my way.

I’m no highway.

I started as dirt,


a ruddy, beautiful mess

but over time,

I’ve been paved

driven on, driven by, shortcutted

I’ve some potholes

sorry for that

they ain’t been filled yet

waiting for the road crew to find time

to get to me

Too many budget cuts,

red tape, politics.

You’d be surprised at the depth

of some of those ruts

It’s complicated.

I’ll steer you clear

signs of Beware,

and “Don’t drive there!”

I hint, walk here, not there

and “Watch out,

Stop, right there!”

I’m a road.

Will you drive by, or

come my way?

©Dawn Paoletta

Each Tuesday, I do my best to head over to dVersePoets Pub

and make the rounds (Doors open at 3).

Last week, I had a glitch, with an interruption to my routine and all so I am hoping to see everyone this week.

My apologies and appreciation for you all!

14 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Karen Lange
    Feb 04, 2014 @ 14:30:03

    I appreciate the roads, real and spiritual, that have helped guide my way. Thanks so much for sharing this. I admire your talent for poetry! 🙂



  2. brian miller
    Feb 04, 2014 @ 16:46:47

    will they even take you…with all the ruts….
    some will…it has to do with hearts…i like the metaphor
    and i like your new digs too dawn…



  3. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
    Feb 04, 2014 @ 16:49:07

    Roads are in a sense an organism… and I’m glad you gave them a voice..



  4. Mary
    Feb 04, 2014 @ 17:23:55

    Some roads are indeed treacherous. The potholes might be a bit dangerous, but they make the road interesting. (And give road workers something to do each spring.)



  5. Gabriella
    Feb 04, 2014 @ 17:38:16

    Paths and roads are important features of our lives. Some people can indeed act as roads that lead us to a momentous place.



  6. hisfirefly
    Feb 04, 2014 @ 19:20:15

    “You’d be surprised at the depth
    of some of those ruts
    It’s complicated.”

    love these lines! complicated indeed



  7. kelly
    Feb 04, 2014 @ 19:59:54

    I love the way you did this, a road surely worth traveling!



  8. claudia
    Feb 04, 2014 @ 23:50:24

    we need to take the time to get to know the road with all the bumps and broken parts.. much depth in this and a greta metaphor



  9. Grace
    Feb 05, 2014 @ 16:51:03

    I like the use of the road as a metaphor of ourselves ~ Despite potholes, we all long for self acceptance, mistakes, warts & all ~ Good one ~



  10. Peggy
    Feb 05, 2014 @ 20:41:29

    “The Road” says to me, “God loves you in spite of yourself.” So I say, “Here I am, Lord. just as I am. Will you take me and shape me and mold me into the person you want me to be?” He humbles me and I look to Him. His joy is my strength.



  11. Timoteo
    Feb 06, 2014 @ 10:49:03

    Those of us with tire tracks across our backs can identify.



  12. atrm61
    Feb 06, 2014 @ 16:29:05

    What an interesting poem -loved the road’s pov:-)



  13. kimapple
    Feb 11, 2014 @ 14:34:48

    Really loving reading your poetry, the road made me smile. love how it snakes down the page. Loved the bit about the pot holes particularly. Glad to discover your blog.



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