Tired, stretches long the hand that held the reins in pride.
Softly reaches memory that age and time deride.
Deeply sets the furrowed brow where kept, his heartaches hide.
Gently shines the eyes of love, left sparkled by the ride.
‘Twas only but a moment’s flash
that forked the road in two,
yet more than one divided thought
set free the future to the blue.
Who’s footing lacked precision?
Who cut the turn in blame?
Who’s fault by indecision
tossed it all to ground, and lame?
Still, through the clearing dust appeared
two broken smiles across the path,
denying hope to ride upon
the questions in the lath…
questions left in settled dust,
fractured shadows in the sky,
and how the fork appeared just
heartbeat counts beyond the “why”.
The hand, so tried, is steady.
The reins are known and worn.
His vision keen and ready
to dawn the new horizon born.
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all it takes is a moment and the next thing you know you are spun off the line you were onto the next….a new oportunity or opportunity lost its often in how you look at it…nice cadence to this one…
Thanks Brian – odd path we “stumble” down in this life – at time. Thanks for commenting!
I love the rhythm to this, Jay, it just rolls off the tongue. So very nice..but then, when aren’t they 🙂 Nice Job Friend!!
Thanks Morgan! Your always so kind… Thank you.
His vision keen and ready
to dawn the new horizon born.
I specially like that last stanza ~ Thanks for sharing ~
Thanks Grace. I appreciate your visiting and commenting.
Love, love the last verse and also love the second line of the first verse. Really nice poem.
Thank you Sabra. So glad you enjoyed the poem. Thanks for visiting and commenting.
it is such a journey, isn’t it… the ups and downs…highs and lows…the people we love and the disappointment…a thousand open questions… yet worth traveling… one foot after the other…
Thanks Claudia – yes, quite a journey, and even the most sure footed managed to stumble at some unforeseen crossroads. Thanks for visiting and commenting.
I just get lost in the words. Beautiful. Especially the first verse “Deeply sets the furrowed brow where kept, his heartaches hide.
Gently shines the eyes of love, left sparkled by the ride.” Thank you.
Thanks Emily. I’m glad you enjoyed the poem. I always appreciate your comments. Thanks for visiting.
This poem reminds me of Robert Frost’s writing: “Two roads diverged in a yellow wood….” I find hope in your poem. It is looking toward the future which is found as the path is walked. I really like the last stanza and the ‘new horizon born.’
Thank you Mary – thanks for the reference to Frost. One of my all-time favorite poets. The crossroads are always a challenge and even more so when one jumps up from the blind side. Regardless, the future belongs to each of us to define, to hold. Thanks for visiting and commenting. I do appreciate your visit.
I enjoyed the way you expressed the different paths that life can take us, thanks.
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Thank you.
That little instance that fork the road… and lead us away and towards what new… Lovely form.. the meter and rhymes add to the reading…
Thanks Bjorn. always a twisting tale…
Very effective poem! The last stanza is my favorite.
Thank you.
Particularly struck by this stanza:
questions left in settled dust,
fractured shadows in the sky,
and how the fork appeared just
heartbeat counts beyond the “why”
Sorry to be pernickety, but as a former English teacher, I think you mean ‘whose’ rather than ‘who’s’ in the third stanza.
Thanks Marina – I’ll take your former English teacher guidance. You’re right… I kind of glazed right over that. Thanks for visiting and commenting. I do appreciate it!