I don’t write poetry often, and when I do, it just seems to come to me. The following are something that was inspired by a poetry workshop. The first is a response to Robert Frost’s The Road Not Taken. The second came from trying to write about a hike we took this spring. It is one that needed to be experienced instead of described. I hope that I was able to accomplish that. It was fun to write though. Enjoy.
Two Roads
Two roads diverged
I stood at the Y
Which way to go
One was traveled
One overgrown
The dark shadows
Discourage me
The bright sidewalk
Intimidates me
I am stuck
And cannot decide
Which way
Is the best way
Do I go where others have gone before
Where I’ll run
Into someone
Do I go where others deferred
Where there’ll be
Few to save me
Two roads diverged
I stood at the Y
Fear keeping me from moving on
Mountain Goating
Moving up among the rocks
Stepping where it is sure
Bugs bombarding
Breeze cooling
Sun shining
That step was a bit high
Backpack pulling me down
Legs lifting me up
Higher we go
This is not the top
Writing in the sun baked dirt
Someone’s been here before
Standing on a rock
Becoming the highest point
There’s nothing like it
An ideal camping spot
Wind block
Full sun
Making our way down
Trying not to stumble
Less sure
Pack pushing back
Poles balancing
Here’s a way through
Black boulders
Rocky ravine
Opening for a step
Down at last
Can’t wait to do it again
*Sorry about the formatting. I am still learning and could not fix this.