Gemma's ~~~ "Greyscale Territory" ~~~~~~~ Poetic Songlines: Fork in the Road

Sunday, January 20, 2008

Fork in the Road - for Writer's Island

A fork
Loaded
With bite size
Food
~Regimented
Doses
For the hungry
And somnambulist
Ritual feeders
Alike~
Such a fork
Is a prong
A goad
For the road~
Any road
~
But a fork
IN
The road
Is quite
Another matter
~
Stop?
Detour?
Turn back?
Split?
~
Such a fork
Is a symbol
Of breathing~
Old breaths
Or new
~
But to think
One prong
One goad
Is progress
~
Is quite
Another matter

** 3rd posting for Writer's Island

7 comments:

Keith's Ramblings said...: What a great take on the prompt - and that picture is wonderful. Nice.; January 22, 2008 at 9:44 PM
paisley said...: this was very well done... i love the
"Is quite
Another matter"... it reminds me of alice in wonderland.....; January 22, 2008 at 10:19 PM
Anonymous said...: As a science student, we used to vibrate the prongs for a experinebt for resonance.; January 23, 2008 at 12:50 AM
Tumblewords: said...: Great photos! Your space is incredibly fine - the images are sublime... A goad for the road - nifty take on the prompt.; January 23, 2008 at 7:37 AM
Rob Kistner said...: That's an exquisite bit of verse... and I love the illustration! Quite wonderful, as is your entire blog... ;); January 23, 2008 at 1:52 PM
Crafty Green Poet said...: I enjoyed this post!; January 23, 2008 at 8:22 PM
paris parfait said...: What a great poem, with a wonderful image to match!; January 24, 2008 at 2:47 AM

Archive of Blog Quotes

A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and the lawn mower is broken. ~James Dent
Autumn is an introspective season when stray thoughts of the mind dive into the mystique of the soul - Gemma Wiseman
Autumn is the bridesmaid of Summer and the flowergirl of Winter ~ Gemma Wiseman
Autumn whispers the tones of yesterday in a minor key ~ Gemma Wiseman
Love is born / With a dark and troubled face, / When hope is dead / And in the most unlikely place; / Love is born, / Love is always born. - Michael Leunig's Christmas Song Cycle "Southern Star"
Spring paints the stars of heaven in Earth colours ~ Gemma Wiseman
Summer sizzles with a sibilant hush / Broken by dreams of / Clinking ice ~ Gemma Wiseman
The object of a new year is not that we should have a new year. It is that we should have a new soul. - G.K. Chesterton
Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all. - Stanley Horowitz
Winter is the fire, simmering lonely in the soul ~ Gemma Wiseman
Winter is the shadow, the etching of the seasons in the mist ~ Gemma Wiseman