I dropped my book and clung for dear life
As the water carried away my Father, his children and wife.
Connie would like to share her art and travels with the world-- perhaps some writing too...
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost, 1913
that would be a nightmare...wow...love the intensity of this...can feel that rumble in my chest...
ReplyDeletewhat a nightmare...wow...love the intensity of this...can feel that rumble in my chest...
ReplyDeleteHorrifying and very sad! We seem to have been on a similar wave length on this one. Great job!
ReplyDeleteoh that's painful ... you are successful in portraying the fear and the sorrow with great intensity.
ReplyDeleteAh, a sad tale, but well told!
ReplyDeleteLots of trauma in this poignant piece...
ReplyDeleteExcellent poem!
ReplyDeleteIt starts with the beauty and tranquility of the river, and it ends with the horror of tragedy and loss of life.
I like the rhyming and rhytm of this little powerful poem, and the imagery it displays (the river as a mirror, the tree that quivered..).
I feel very sad ,though,about its 'finale' - loss of a family and only one survivor.
It is sad in the ending! Just a survivor!
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