I think of greenbriar
in the early months of spring
their tendrils waving —
like me, they look for something
to bring them up to the light
Flitting in and out
of the brush beside the trail
the small bird beckons
entreating me to follow
where it knows I cannot go
I’m faced with a choice
two paths through the springtime wood
both calling to me —
I know, yes, I must decide
or simply stand there alone
Polonius got that one right...
Ponderings to Keep
Reflections on my life as a teacher, reader, writer.
Polonius got that one right...
Polonius got that one right...
Polonius got that one right...
Blogging my way through the year
Polonius got that one right...
Polonius got that one right...
shouting my heart out for all who may listen
Polonius got that one right...
Lit On Fire!
"It would be nice if you could just ravel out into time."
Polonius got that one right...
Yet There is Method 
It’s all about the choices. A perfect format for your thoughts today!
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Thank you, Leigh Anne!
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Lovely, Tim. They stand alone, yet work so well as a series. I might just stand there alone admiring the simple grandeur.
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Thanks, Christie. The trail that inspired those poems is a funny place: Big picture, it’s a reclaimed construction site with audible car noise; small picture, there’s a lot of beauty to take in. I enjoy it.
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I love that bird, asking you to follow! If only! Ruth, thereisnosuchthingasagodforsakentown.blogspot.com
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It was either asking me to follow, or taunting me–one or the other! {smile}
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Oh my goodness. These poems–every one of them–evoke such a sense of longing, of yearning. Just gorgeous.
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Thank you, Laura!
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Perhaps I’m imagining even more yet it seems you’ve shown the yearning we’ve all felt during this pandemic year, the one for ‘before’, the one of choices we cannot make. Beautifully done, Tim
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Linda, I know it can’t be quantified, but I’ve sometimes wondered about the effect of the past year on art. Thank you for your comments. {smile}
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What I love about this poem (besides the nod to Frost, of course) is this sense throughout the standards of wanting to take the next step – or even just A next step – and waiting for whatever it is to show you which way to go. It would be nice, in those moments of choice, to have that sort of a nudge…
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Sometimes a nudge would be nice, yes. 🙂
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Your poems took me to some lovely places. I could hear the rustle of a bird in the underbrush. I love the satisfying “rule of three” applied here. Thanks, Tim!
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Thanks, Marilyn!
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I agree with Christie – they each work so well alone, and as a series.
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Thanks!
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A fork in the path leads to pondering. I enjoyed your last stanza that leaves me wondering.
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Thanks for reading, Carol. Those were fun to write. 🙂
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