May 31.25: Thursday Doors Writing Challenge

May 31, 2025 by Oddment 23 Comments

In the wearing of a road

there is telling of the time,

no name, no face, no person,

but only grind and grime.

Work. It leaves the wearing,

the weight, the boot, the wheel,

the land bears the abrasion

ever slow to heal.

The comings and the goings

are now eternity

of wind that blasts all memory

to anonymity.

But there were other roads

worn deep in hand and face,

the autograph of life

lived in this hollow place.

In dust and rutty mud,

their story stark and solitary,

marker toil-engraved

in unsung cemetery.

 

 

Linked to Dan Antion’s Thursday Doors Writing Challenge,

with thanks to Katy Trail Creations for the image.