There lie many paths for well or ill
This one to follow awaits me still
I'd ask for some guide with much to say
Yet find instead stones to lead the way
Though seek I a reason for this sign
I find little more than hidden design
And when I've succumbed to wander lust
In fate I might finally come to trust
A contest entry
- Walk the Line by hoodoolover.
600 points, ended March 12, 2007, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Nice job, I think that there is much truth to this, and sometimes we just have to follow blindly not understanding exactly where we are going and that indeed takes trust. Thanks for entering/
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I like this, it gives me the sensation of a grown-up Hansel and Gretel story and also feels like a child's prayer a la Robert Louis Stevenson's "A Child's Garden of Verses." Lovely entry for interpreting this contest pic; my thoughts about the stones is that they were put there by Indian mothers as a warning to children and even adults that they were getting close to the edge of the mesa.
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There is a longing quality to this or perhaps a seeking along these paths and perhaps fate and a 'hidden design' may well hold the secrets to the stones/rocks. Thoughful piece, Good Luck to you in the contest!
m.
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There are many paths, and it is up to us to decide which one to take. The stones in this pic inspired poem, definately seem to be directing a path. I really like you wording and the rythm and flow. good job on this one.
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