Alone in his room,
Old man reads letter from youth
-rejected her love.
Walking along path,
I came to a fork, pondred,
-saw snail, followed it.
Copyright 2009
One Single Impression: Fork In The Road
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Indeed, there is no hurry. Poignant thoughts, Edward. Thanks. (I am wondering why he kept her letter if he rejected her love!)
Things appear different in the rear-view mirror... and I love following the snail. Enjoyed these!
I love the implication of the last. The best way to go.
I love the notion of following a snail - wonderful!
the slow road is meant for savoring! i like your choice
I wish I took it slower in my youth- (I've slowed down much though..ha)
Hi Edward--
I'm with Sandy C. on this...did he really reject her love or just the form of it? Why else would he hang on to the letters unless...the love remains?
I want more snail-followin' time.
Thanks for the smile on that one!
I enjoyed the savored, bittersweet quality in your poem Edward, and can relate to the snail's pace choice, and the time it gives one for reflection.
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