Today’s prompt was to write a poem using Robert Frost’s “The Road Not Taken” as inspiration. So here’s my stab at it. Let me know what you think in the comments below and follow me for more of the same.
Even Now I dream of immense white sand rolled out beside a rocky shore, piles of dunes rising like mountain castles--like places of refuge for the weary. Even now, I see the whitecaps riding on the backs of waves when their weight grew too burdensome to carry, the slow rhythmic mesmerizing ebb and flow. Even now, I feel each deafening and weighty expectation, my mind thick with hesitation and uncertainty, my heart knowing what the stars demand. Even now, I taste the salty sweetness of tortilla chips and wine— each bite and sip reminding me of two divergent roads, yellow wood and deep longings. Even now, I know the bittersweet call of tragedy and regret— the burden of longing for more of life—and the lovely dance of stars begging a kiss. Even now, I wonder what could have been had we listened to the sun singing brightly somewhere off the curve of horizon, to the moonless night sky’s bidding. Even now, when the driftwood still dances with rock and sand in a large coffee table box kept as a ballroom for such affairs, I wonder what might have been. Even now. --A Draft by Carla Jeanne Picklo Jordan
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