Not Taken

Tara at Caribou Crossings gave me these first two lines and I ran with them. Thanks Tara! 🙂

A river dried up
A long and winding trail
that I couldn’t take
I was unworthy
to walk where once
such elegance flowed
I left it alone
for the snow and
the rain to rinse
the scar and heal
the pain of the
loneliness and the
strain of being empty –
yet forced to remain
I stayed on the bank
in reverent thanks
for what once was

Author: OdinsBard

Writer, author, Navy vet, musician, intermittent mystic, old soul and practicing poet

5 thoughts on “Not Taken”

  1. Frost yearned to come back some other day to try the other way, but he knew he would never return, as “way leads on to way.” Your writing evokes a very specific image of the setting in my mind – red clay, barren sweeps, high fluted river mountains, the feeling of reverence for the water that once flowed right though here. —CC

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