My mind turns toward sorrow on even the sunniest of days thinking of the ashes in a cremation urn but the salt water breaks the spell the plants with all their brilliant colors connect my mind Warm hands caressing my back Able to find peace falling asleep only to wake to the fact that eternity is not real and fear of the unknown can be crippling.
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.” Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a 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.
So many paths crossing each other, some looping around some stopping with a dead end the path ahead of me like the path behind me is trodden with footsteps going in two directions with uncertainty Each path may lead to a brighter endpoint, but each of those paths has routes crisscrossing like tendrils across a beating heart
When I look at my life and think of the path I wonder if choices are like adding in math.
Do your choices remain the same either way waiting for you to come back some other day.
My job and my kids my family, my friends all would be different, a new means to the ends.
Change the arrangement of numbers and names it might still have happened like rules to the games.
With each new decision there comes a fresh prize the prizes awarded would not be here as they are if the game of life were to take a different path who knows what would or would not be.