Into the Wilderness
A poem
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one well-tread,
With soft a sand surface beneath my feet
And the harsh wilderness trimmed to a fringe
Even with the greater path obscured,
I can always see the trail before me.
Another road diverged into the wood,
Laying undisturbed yet ominous
Infamously taken by others
Their sordid stories studied–
Repeated so posterity may know
History's lessons in gravity
When the time comes to forge paths anew
I wish them to reflect
The intentions of the one beneath my feet
Crafted with percipience,
layer by layer,
To safely guide our adventures
So,
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I–
wisely,
took the one well-tread
because unlike the other,
it didn’t lead off a fucking cliff.
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Matthew J. Fromm
Full-time nerd, history enthusiast, and proprietor of arcane knowledge.
Here there be dragons, knights, castles, and quests (plus the occasional dose of absurdity).
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Comments (13)
Love this. Reminds me of a story I haven’t written yet.
Ha! Love what you did here!
LOL. that last line still makes me grin! Fucking great dude. So tempted by this one. But have your naughty rulebreaker one to read. Thanks for your support for the book and for putting things forward.
I could see where it was going then the end. Good poem
This one made me literally laugh out loud 😁
This was such a great twist on the Frost poem!
Good old Robert Frost twisting in his grave...lol Good one, Matthew!
Hahahaha! I read it again after the crude realization. Nice setup with the gravity line.
Okay that made me laugh out loud haha! Nice work!
Literally LOL'd my way through your final line! Well crafted, Matthew!
Frost's ghost might wince at the outset but would certainly chuckle in the end.
The inversion here was incredibly effective. Grabbed my attention and took me for a ride. Also likely relatable to a vast number of the population who would rather avoid the risk and stick with the known. And in most cases, I'm probably one of those folks.
That ending. lol. I love how exquisite this is and properly poetic...until that last line when you bring it all together beautifully! Well done, sir!