somewhere, mischievously –
but i went along with it, anyway
– gathering my thoughts –
knowing there would be no destination
and the surroundings took on the illusion
of an unfolding pillared place – but open ended
. . . a breezy open winding space
from time to time, light scattered
in broken prisms, struck by a wizard's wand
and as i rambled on, i came atop a breathless hill
and caught sight of a small, ordinary pond
where the fragrance of cedar and wet earth
remain yet, more permanent in my mind
than if set down in pen and ink
for i thought it smelled like freedom . . .
if freedom had a scent . . . standing there
– wrapped in wild woods, under heaven –
on a road that led nowhere
note: posted for "Poets United".
photo: Road to Nowhere - W. Bourke
© 2015 Wendy Bourke
it's time to embrace your discovery - it may not be what you expected but nevertheless it gave you an opportunity to appreciate the moment.
ReplyDeletefreedom, it is
Sometimes when we travel unknowingly towards a foreign destination we end up on a path to self discovery! Beautifully executed :D
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Sanaa
The recognition of the smell of freedom. Is a lovely metaphor for self realization
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Much love...
for i thought it smelled like freedom . . .
ReplyDeleteif freedom had a scent . . . standing there
– wrapped in wild woods,
Freedom is elusive! It needs to be discovered in ordinary things that often are not apparent. You've indicated it here that it needs the conscious mind to detect it. Rightly so Wendy!
Hank
Oh you took me there, so beautifully! What a spot!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteThis 'road to nowhere' led somewhere beautiful, I think. And if it led to freedom, what more could one want?
ReplyDeleteknowing there would be no destination.... that drew me into your poem... sometimes sheer instinct drives us down a path that we cannot conceive the end of.
ReplyDeleteDiscovering somewhere new particularly in the wild is much like discovering yourself and being pleased you are alive.
ReplyDeleteit's so beautifully written that i could visualize the whole scene...the road leading to nowhere truly becomes the symbol of freedom...
ReplyDeleteRoads that lead nowhere often lead back to where they started - as did this wonderful poem
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If freedom does have a scent - I think the smell of cedar and of that moment after rain would be a lovely fragrance for it. Ha. Sounds like your little adventure led to a nice surprise
ReplyDeleteWendy, your poem is beautiful. I like the connection between freedom and an open ended path. We are free to chose, and also flow. Lovely!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful write Wendy--I think freedom must smell that way too--
ReplyDeleteBeautiful write Wendy--I think freedom must smell that way too--
ReplyDeleteI think for a poet such an experience would be more important than getting somewhere. Great poem.
ReplyDelete"for I thought it smelled like freedom, if freedom had a scent"---oh my. this is is glorious.....and who doesn't want to experience the freedom of travelling on that road to nowhere??
ReplyDelete'To travel is more important than to arrive'? (Smile.) The photo looks very like a track I used to walk when I lived near it. It led nowhere too, and was worth walking all the same.
ReplyDeleteWendy this is a beautiful poem...I have encountered that path at times...
ReplyDelete'for i thought it smelled like freedom . . .
if freedom had a scent . . . standing there
– wrapped in wild woods, under heaven –
on a road that led nowhere'
I like this, the road to nowhere that pretended to lead somewhere and did in fact lead to freedom.
ReplyDeleteVery informative, keep posting such good articles, it really helps to know about things.
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