Tuesday, June 9, 2009

The Old Path



the old path overgrown and empty
lead deep into the forest
ending at a worn intersection

here she stop, remembering
time and him, days long gone
washed away with tears

9 comments:

Jim said...

Wow, B.H.D, this is good. She still remembers, and always will, their partings at that intersection. Then one time was their final,last, parting.
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I like your new blog
lot--awful lot--missing you
sight for my sore eyes
(Was that a poor Senryū?)
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Tammie Lee said...

wonderful poem
you took me down that path.
I was there, perhaps because it is familiar.

Geraldine said...

Absolutely wonderful! Been there, done that...

ying_ko_4 said...

I really like this. It feels lived in.

Beth P. said...

'and I...I took the one less travelled by, and that has made all the difference...'

Thank you, Melanie--this was poignant.

There's a couple of typos:

'lead' maybe should be 'led' or 'leads'

and here she 'stop' should be 'stops'

Thanks for a great image--

Tumblewords: said...

Oh, this is so poignant - I feel that intersection. Beautiful, as always.

SandyCarlson said...

I feel the emptiness. The overgrowth must be a painful sight.

gabrielle said...

Oh how bittersweet to revisit that place.

the tangled overgrowth, the slanted rays of light

my heart breaks

Greyscale Territory said...

A sensitive moment stung with raw beauty!