Fate is a town in Texas on a country road

[gurdonark]

They use the word oblivion
when they only mean that
they cannot see the end of the road.

It's comforting, somehow, to describe dust as chaos,
a bumpy road as an impossible journey,
a bit of slope as a mountain pass.

They describe life in the terms of an adventure travel guide,
though they live a life from a tract home brochure,
full of gauzy pictures, and unrealizable dreams.

When they discuss eternal life and endless love,
it's a secret code for brief moments of calm and abandon;
who can find eternal things, in such a temporal place?

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

fate actually is a town in texas
and what do you call somebody from fate, tx? a fatalist? a fatality?

that aside, how come people don't comment on this poem? did school ruin poetry for everbody out there? or is it really true that more people like to write poems rather than read them?

as for the impulse take an idea and make a poem out of it rather than prose...that ought to remain a mystery

this poem got me thinking about heightened language in ordinary life. thanks

[gurdonark.livejournal.com]

Fate, Texas is a charming little town. I don't know what they call themselves. homme fatales and femme fatales appeals to me.

People here are very kind about my poetry, but
some go over far better than others. I post the poems mostly for me, anyway, so it works out fine.

I know what you are saying about the mystery, but I've liberated myself, for an hour anyway, but resolving that particular mystery.

Thanks very much for commenting.