Today's prompt is to write a 'road not taken' poem of our own, inspired by Robert Frost's.
The Poet’s Path
No linear routes. Highways,
motorways or auto-pilot cues.
Marking destinations off
on a checklist of non-chalance.
No, this is the path
of brambles and wildflowers.
Moonlit stones and mud-trodden ways.
Into the forest, counting the trees.
A doodled journey of spirals and loops,
intricate ways of being, seeing.
There are no maps here,
no peers to follow or imitate.
Just the alphabet of stars,
tourmaline suns setting in the heart.
And the reward? The view, not of below,
but the here-and-now ever-present sheen
of the light in every thing.
Voyeur of daily wonder,
of aliveness and joy.