Margo’s
“…How
appropriate. James Taylor is singing That Lonesome Road. Speaking of
roads, think how many you have traveled down in all your years. Think of how
many you didn’t travel down. Spend some time thinking about all the forks in
your road, both literal and metaphorical.”
“…The poem
does not, ultimately, have to be about you. You are using what you come up with
as material. You might want to write about moments of decision; or, a fantasy
about a road not taken; or, the whys of choosing some roads over others. Consider writing in the third person.”
Here’s my attempt. The working
title of the following short poem is DOWN IN THE DUMPS. Enjoy.
she would be whole now
and to earth would not bow
picking up piece by piece
herself, would not trace
her steps back to “yes”
she would be at peace
her heart would stand still
and her words would not spill
on the new page's snow
if she'd chosen “no”
Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur
How lovely. I can see heart spilling on snow.
ReplyDeleteAlso, Happy Birthday and Happy Holidays! You are an inspiration always.
I'll take credit for the first line of your comment :-)
DeleteCould it be that I'm the inspiration..always?.. Hmm... I think your words were meant for Margo, she had her birthday recently :-)
Thank you, Sara, and Happy Holidays to you! Merry Christmas!