Before her a split path is laid
A deep decision to be made
One road only affects her now
The other risks her days and how
Naked she rises and finds voice
Arms open he awaits her choice
Motherhood? Won’t chance that call
Instead down to her knees she falls
Today at dVerse ~Poets Pub, we’re asked to write about roads, and further challenged to do so “anywhere your eight lined muse leads you”. For some reason Robert Frost popped into my head regarding choosing paths. And while hardly the path less taken my muse, in customary ornery fashion, goes off the beaten one to choose the emotional road instead of a physical one with a take on the modern joke regarding a female’s choices in the moment. And just in case it still eludes some, the title of the poem is the medical term for swallowing.
Yeah, I know, I wonder about my muse sometimes as well…
National Poetry Month – Day 21
strong emotion always accompanies hard choices. Nice.
So true. Thanks Billgncs.
A choice to be made for sure, big ones and small ones, some affects us more than others,
Absolutely. Thanks Björn.
Yes.. “Bill’s” alternative to
‘sex’ is a cheaper.. easier
way to get along these
days.. Perhaps more will
learn in countries afar
before over frigging
more species to come..:)
surprise ending, i must say!! didn’t see that coming.
Things Could Be More Reliable
Hee-hee-hee, I wondered how long before someone wrote that. Thanks Zongrik.
Nice utilization of that particular 8-line form; didn’t count the syllables, just went with the flow. I’m sure Bobby Frost is tickled by your take on his choices.
Thanks Glenn, I hope he’s tickled indeed.
Now motherhood…there is a huge choice and once a mother, always a mother…on our knees from day one until the very end!
Oh, this is an intersting twist on choosing a path. I think your muse is pretty cool!
Brilliant title and very well-written. I enjoyed this exploration of her choice 🙂