Good morning from the lakeside deck and Happy National Poetry Month.
Welcome back for day two, and I hope you will join me in writing a poem each day for 29 days!
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Who is your favorite poet or what is your favorite poem? How about reading one on SoundCloud (soundcloud) and posting it too!
Today’s PROMPT from NAPOWRIMO: And now, for today’s (optional) prompt. In the world of well-known poems, maybe there’s no gem quite so hoary as Robert Frost’s “The Road Not Taken.” (If you go to link it will take you to NaPoWriMo website where you can read the poem and hear it read outloud too!) ~ prompt ~ Today, I’d like to challenge you to write your own poem about your own road not taken – about a choice of yours that has “made all the difference,” and what might have happened had you made a different choice.
My writing this morning:
Moment to Moment
When do we really know when it begins? Or even how it happens but it does!
A single moment-to-moment in time, becomes defining
Something changes in your story
Relying on some kind of destiny that you can't see
Or even dare to fathom ~ it is ~ what it is ~
As it is meant to be
We married in December And headed out for a road trip south glad to be Winter Texans for a bit Thrilled to be going, just roaming totally free Along the byways stopping to read historical road signs telling the stories out loud stories from other lives Our destination spot My sister's house, Mary Rose, Pete & Hughie in Houston! A treasure trove, In black ink and stains On a plain white napkin Hughie's hand drawn coastal map Gained over our celebration dinner With notes, stories and marked x's in hand We traveled on Finding and checking off each grand adventure Even a ferry boat ride, as we went over oceans of blue Headings, latitudes and longitudes Finding Texas cities with names of lore ~ Galveston, Port Isabella, Corpus Christi and Glorious Queen Isabella Gateway And a key to Blackbeard's Portside Then on to Brownsville and Matamoros, Mexico So we could just walk across the border!
So many roads then taken So many roads left untraveled Pathways unsure and unseen But we traveled on To explore what was around the next bend We chose marriage To raise a family And to be together We chose what was in our hearts ~ Our love . . .
Like the pale yellow primrose Stuck in sand dunes along the barrier reef By itself set apart "Prima Rosa" ~ First rose to bloom A promise to life Even in the barest spots Shouting out in its glory I am alive I chose life!
Roads traveled in this life Whether they are those that are less traveled or even worn down, bare to the knob ~ Life goes on ~ We still strive We still become We still love!