Today I learn the word hoary and find out that happenstance is only regular in the USA. And yes, it didn’t take long for my poem to address the present conundrum.
Prompt 2: “In the world of well-known poems, maybe there’s no gem quite so hoary as Robert Frost’s ‘The Road Not Taken.’ Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about your own road not taken – about a choice of yours that has ‘made all the difference,’ and what might have happened had you made a different choice.”
The roads not taken
At the end there are always two paths, and yet you choose the one that doesn’t exist. ~Pop Design (Slovenian pop group)
There are times when the way to go, all formed, rolled out, glistening, is taken from you by war, happenstance, serendipity, right when you prepare to take the first step. But then comes a year when all the paths, streets, roads, highways and low ways unite in not making the cut, become where we won’t go today, turn into the path not taken. All but one same road. Left or right, he decides.
Here are some photos from that year which continues into this one. They were taken in April 2020 and I could easily take them again right now. Except I’m not wearing my mask on my walks any more. No need since I barely meet a human.