Two roads diverged, and I could choose but one.
I teased myself by thinking I would come this way again.
Time says otherwise.
Oh, for eyes to see around the bend—
their perils, joys, and sorrows all from here to comprehend—
if only to surmise
which to shun, which pathway worth the pain!
Two roads diverged. I made my choice. It cannot be undone.
Written for the first d’Verse Poetics challenge of 2019, hosted by Merril, in which we answer Robert Frost’s poem “The Road Not Taken.” Did it make a difference to choose one path over the other? I’m not sure whether I answered the question or merely restated Frost’s poem in my own way.
Copyright © 2018 Abigail Gronway – All Rights Reserved
created on January 1, 2019, by Abigail Gronway
named for the Greek god Janus, who looks both forward and backward in time
largely iambic in rhythm, but some trochees are permitted
feet alternate between pentameter, heptameter, and trimeter
rhyme is mirrored: abcddcba