Opened my eyes and I did see
that nothing did look right to me
I could not even see the ground
through thick, thick fog spread all around
I called for help, what is this then?
was answered by my trusted friend
when Sherlock called from somewhere near
I could not see him, only hear
I called to Sherelock, “How do we
Determine where we are to be?
And once we think we surely know
Then where, exactly, do we go?”
His answer chilled me through and through
“I really haven’t got a clue.
Just listen hard and do our best
and fake our way through all the rest.”
I pricked my ears up like a dog
But found that I could not hear fog
I said, “Dear Sherlock, did you roam?”
He said, “I sit to write a poem.”
“I am reminded.” Sherlock said
“Of something fine that I once read
about diverging paths in wood
I think the converse would be good!”
“You mean converging paths?” I said
I somehow knew he’d nod his head
“Exactly!” Sherlock said to me
I’ve got it finished, listen and see!”
“Two roads converged in the yellow wood
And I was not sorry to see both
And thought quite hard, and long I stood
And looked at both as best I could
Then I felt bent in the undergrowth”
“And as I stood and pondered there
About what I could afford to claim
Because I felt sassy and wanting where
The scenery was sweet and fair
I’d wear them really about the same”
“And both that evening equally lay
In leaves right there upon their back
Oh, I like them both right now, today
And I can think of just the way
Doubting the chance would come back”
“I will be telling this, no lie
For many and many ages hence
Two roads converged in the wood and I –
Surprised myself and didn’t die
And now I’m completely different”
I’m not sure that I understood
His poem ‘bout the yellow wood
So I stood quiet in dismay
And that’s still how I stand today
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Should you have a buddy uber-sane
who understands things unexplained,
sometimes confused by others stated plain;
Knew that the convergence of which you speak
had yet more branches you hadn't seen,
but was precluded to aid in what you seek,
would said buddy be up shit creek?
xxoo
dk
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why no, fair maiden, for I can show
such paths combined a while ago
the evidence is there, below
I didn't make this up, you know!
and should you seek my thoughts submerged
for one man, paths cannot converge
I hope my meaning doth emerge
Does U S buddy take to spurge?
should there be trails I haven't seen
or hidden prizes yet to glean
be best if buddy would come clean
complete what's in the rhyme between
the wood is such a lovely place
the way is large, there's lots of space
where many a path's traversed in grace
provided I can keep the pace
but, could I honestly condone
to alter someone's stepping stone
speak out of turn for those that own
no, this I can't decide alone
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I already commented on this but I like to come back and read your work again and again and again…. hehe
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I love it when you come again, and again, and again...
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I have to smile, been there. Brought back memories of all those self improvement workshops I attended, and still attend, where the "guru" sprouts words of wisdom that few comprehend. Still, some of the wisdom eventually does sink in. Thoroughly enjoyed the rhythm and flow and clever rhyming.
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Very cleverly done with use of two styles but it works well and a deeper meaning..can have your cake and eat it too if you are a very very good boy lol, great piece.
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As much meaning in confusion as in my poetry, I assure you! Yes, I thought it was time for a nice spoof. I found myself at a crossroads and took both forks. I thought that this poem would be the exact way to tell that tale. Thanks for the comment. -
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i love the way you used two different writing styles within this piece to show the writing of a man you are writing about. the imagery is amazing. well done, babe. -Sable- -
Think you could have continued writing this for a long time yet - an epic maybe? Good rhythm and rhyme in these lines, flow and an intersting tale you share about roads in the yellow wood. And the moral to this story is...
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Glad you asked!
The moral is, that if you are willing to endure the fog you can have your cake and have your cake and eat them both, too! Thank you for the comment.
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I like this! The flow is perfect and the rhyme works like honey on the lips. What happens if she gets busy and never sees it?
Love,
Amera
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Somebody will send her a link. Or something. Thanks for the comment.
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listen hard and do our best..then fake our way through all the rest"...sounds just like life. I love the rhyme and flow of this work and enjoyed reading it.
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Yeah... sometimes you just have to let it all out!!!
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