Image is my own, taken at the Riverwalk in Rock Hill, November 4 2012
How sad to be the path less traveled
To wait and watch as wanderers pause
Standing at the divergence
Only to continue on as others have.
How terrible to be a voiceless tree
Standing rooted in a wood
Or swaying, tossed by a faceless breeze
unable to pass on my tale.
How lonely to seek out only the night
To walk in darkness only
Forsaking the warmth of morning’s glory
And living a half-shadowed life.
I will not take the path often traveled
But seek the one that is mossy and rough;
I will seek the voice of the trees
though I must learn to be silent to hear it;
I will not walk only in the darkness
But will make time to bask in the sun.
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This week at d’Verse’s Meeting the Bar, we are tasked to use literary allusion in our poem. Robert Frost has long been a favorite of mine, in part because I grew up on land that was once owned by him. I love how his poetry is tied to Nature, and this piece is an homage to the lessons he gives us in some of his works, namely “The Road Less Traveled”, “The Sound of Trees”, and “Acquainted With the Night”.
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