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Randal A. Burd, Jr.


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A long-abandoned logging road still winds
Through wooded hills, off paved, familiar ways.
There, careless motorists get lost for days
While navigating hazards of all kinds.

That I'm off-course is just a simple fact.
I blindly listened to the G-P-S,
And doing so resulted in this mess--
Lost and alone on this forsaken tract.

My compact car was never meant for this.
How soon until they locate my remains?
My legacy will be my lack of brains
And absence in the lives of those I'll miss.

Then, just before the fear sets in for good,
I find my way out of the loathsome wood.


This poem first appeared in The Writers' Cafe Magazine.
Used here with permission.



Randal A. Burd, Jr. is editor of Sparks of Calliope, an online poetry magazine. He received his M.Ed. from the University of Missouri and spends most of his days and evenings providing education to disadvantaged youth and adults. His latest poetry collection is Memoirs of a Witness Tree (Kelsay Books, 2020). Learn more about him at http://theedgeofmemory.com or find him on X @colonelrandal.


 


Post New Comment:
Jancan:
I always have this lurking fear that the GPS will misdirect me--then laugh up its little techno-sleeve. This is an EXCELLENT piece--skillfully written, timely, and expressive.
Posted 09/04/2021 10:25 AM
Lori Levy:
I like the humor in this poem. Took me a long time to trust GPS.
Posted 09/03/2021 05:50 PM
Glen Sorestad:
Very nicely done sonnet, Randal. We all know the feeling of having been erroneously GPS-ed as well.
Posted 09/03/2021 12:00 PM
michael escoubas:
A sonnet, nicely done, Randal, exudes the truth as any good poem does.
Posted 09/03/2021 10:35 AM
paradea:
I get lost trying to exit a movie theater, so God bless the GPS!! Great poem!
Posted 09/03/2021 09:31 AM
cork:
My Garmin has told me lies and once switched from English to Africans--technology.
Posted 09/03/2021 09:23 AM
Larry Schug:
Yup. The line to which I relate is, of course, "My legacy will be my lack of brains". But, hey, we've all gotta go down that disappeared road. That's where the poems live.
Posted 09/03/2021 09:10 AM
Darrell Arnold:
I like the unusual rhyming pattern. I've never been in a loathsome wood. Lonesome, foreboding, daunting, overwhelming, yes. But never loathsome.
Posted 09/03/2021 09:04 AM
wordartdjc:
Truly signs of our time's poem and yes I too wonder how we ever found our way in earlier days. We have such dependency now on 'machines'. Wasn't it much more fun to take out the map and come to our destination?
Posted 09/03/2021 09:04 AM
nancy.christoff:
Captivating and thoroughly enjoyable poem. Ive been in those woods many times myself.
Posted 09/03/2021 07:31 AM


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