Sunday, March 8, 2009

The Paths We Take

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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8 comments:

  1. SandyCarlsonMarch 8, 2009 at 8:23 AM

    Indeed, there is no hurry. Poignant thoughts, Edward. Thanks. (I am wondering why he kept her letter if he rejected her love!)

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  2. Tumblewords:March 9, 2009 at 12:37 AM

    Things appear different in the rear-view mirror... and I love following the snail. Enjoyed these!

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  3. anthonynorthMarch 9, 2009 at 5:28 AM

    I love the implication of the last. The best way to go.

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  4. AnonymousMarch 9, 2009 at 9:43 AM

    I love the notion of following a snail - wonderful!

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  5. qualcosa di belloMarch 9, 2009 at 7:30 PM

    the slow road is meant for savoring! i like your choice

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  6. AnonymousMarch 10, 2009 at 1:44 PM

    I wish I took it slower in my youth- (I've slowed down much though..ha)

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  7. Beth P.March 14, 2009 at 9:07 PM

    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!

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  8. mardeMarch 18, 2009 at 3:41 PM

    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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