As way leads on to way
we search for signs
that might display
a place to rest among the pines
that innocently sway
Will left turn out alright
or could a rut
become your plight?
Resist the urge to smugly strut
because your goal’s in sight.
The curious should stray
beyond the trail
of beaten clay
to find what wisdom will entail
as way leads on to way.
Are You Reading Me?
You've done it once again.
ReplyDeleteIt reminds me of a poem I wrote that ended up too long and rambling, a day hike as an allegory for life.
Unlike you, I used too many words with too diffuse a focus.
Your conciseness and parsimony are precious. Thanks again
Nice, and besides, you know what we usually step into when we "smugly strut."
ReplyDeleteas way leads on to way! I like the continuity in this piece and the words that question...
ReplyDeleteI like your use of "as way leads on to way." Nice job with few words.
ReplyDeleteBilly...? Is this you? Send me your links and sites... I think you are running from me. *psycho voice* AND YOU WILL NEVER LEAVE ME. LOL Now everyone is thinking...Holy Shit...Just messing with you. Please do send the links. I don't have your updated sites and miss your writing. Ali
ReplyDeleteHey Billy Bob. Ali is a friend of mine and she got you and Billy a little mixed up. I do hope you take her up on her invitation though. Your sonnets are as beautiful as any I've read. btw, I like this poem too :)
ReplyDeleteAli, that would be me, was mortified to come back and read this. Explained it all in my email, and thank you to Shirley. Billy? Bob? Are you both laughing?
ReplyDeleteI love BOTH of your poetry and prose.
So there :-)
Tight, crisp, and wonderfully lyrical... excellent!
ReplyDeleteI am very drawn by the magic in "As way leads on to way" -- very mystical. Very compact phrase, and yet so very infinite.
Well thanks everyone for the great comments, I will be surfing around to comment on all the posts at WI.
ReplyDeleteIt doesn't surprise me that most people are drawn to the opening/closing line as it was 'borrowed' (in homage)from perhaps the greatest poem ever written about a fork in the road, and whose link is to the right — 'The Road Not Taken' by Robert Frost.