Cassiopeia Rises: The Old Path

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?)
..; June 9, 2009 at 12:21 PM
Tammie Lee said...: wonderful poem
you took me down that path.
I was there, perhaps because it is familiar.; June 9, 2009 at 2:05 PM
Geraldine said...: Absolutely wonderful! Been there, done that...; June 9, 2009 at 2:09 PM
Anonymous said...: I really like this. It feels lived in.; June 9, 2009 at 3:57 PM
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--; June 11, 2009 at 12:57 AM
Tumblewords: said...: Oh, this is so poignant - I feel that intersection. Beautiful, as always.; June 11, 2009 at 6:58 PM
SandyCarlson said...: I feel the emptiness. The overgrowth must be a painful sight.; June 11, 2009 at 8:23 PM
gabrielle said...: Oh how bittersweet to revisit that place.

the tangled overgrowth, the slanted rays of light

my heart breaks; June 12, 2009 at 2:11 AM
Gemma Wiseman said...: A sensitive moment stung with raw beauty!; June 12, 2009 at 6:01 PM