Forking Paths Poem by Valsa George
Forking Paths
Walking down the country lane
I saw trees in flower all the way
Gleaming gems among emerald leaves
A medley of colors on fabulous display
The path was carpeted with grass
Thick bushes grew on either side
The sun was mild and the air, pleasantly cool
A quiet place where peace did abide
I felt so thrilled sauntering alone,
Enjoying the serenity of the scene
I hoped it would extend long,
Taking me to terrains unseen
But to my perplexity the path ended abrupt
Forcing me to take a different track
It seemed as if travelled by none
But I was determined not to turn my back
No living soul could be spotted anywhere around
The trees were wild and dull
The path, strewn with pricking thorns and stones
The place looked savage and morbidly still
With every step my feet winced in pain
But giving up half way was not my choice
Determined to reach the farther end
I dragged forward obeying my inner voice!
on the forked path, take the one your inner voice says. lovely poem with an end but no ends.
A beautiful expression of how you would feel when you are one with nature. It reminds of Robert Frost's, No time to stand and stare...
nice poem madam.But giving up half way was not my choice.. a positive thought...like it
Once you start you need to see the end of it even if there are hardships on the way. This belief leads to success. Beautifully rendered in the poem. Thank you.
Enjoying the serenity of scene we feel glad. We feel the movement of emotion. Beauty motivates us gradually. Obeying the inner voice we should proceed ahead. Travel experience is beautifully penned in this excellent poem...10
This was such an interesting read, it drew me in bit by bit. I was pretty surprised by the turn of events as well. Initially when it ended without saying where the path lead I felt as if we were left hanging. Then I realized that's the best way to end it, because in life we never know where the path will end or where we'll wind up. Having the determination to continue into the unknown is the true message here. This is, once again, another brilliant write! ~Nika
A fantastic flowing poem. Sometimes we have to keep moving forward no matter what we have to face.
As long as there is a stipulated reaching point, you are on the right track... Quitting in the middle is not advisable though many a person has returned to safety later.... A little late though, you have begun to dare the tracks known and unknown and the recall of each experience here amounts to a great exhortation for the stranded youngsters. A fine poem indeed Madam.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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A beautiful poem, Valsa, and a nicely perceived and constructed one, as well. I always enjoy reading your posted work. G.