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!

Published by enthusiasticallydawn

Dawn Paoletta is a life enthusiast who loves to juggle words, chug coffee, and journal excessively. You can find her gathering stones on the beach most mornings. She enjoys hanging out with her hubby, daughter and family pets in Narragansett, RI and shares her passion, poetry and prose @Enthusiastically, Dawn.

14 thoughts on “I’m a Road

  1. 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.)


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

    love these lines! complicated indeed


  3. 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 ~


  4. “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.


  5. 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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