If the great Robert Frost himself, was right
and two roads really did diverge
leaving me a choice
following the one I thought was right
how would I ever know
which one I should really choose?
and so
my reflection begins…
if they were both painted in colour?
blue and green
well, green was the favorite colour of my best friend
I use the term was, because she is no longer here on earth
and blue because it’s my lucky colour
along with the number fifteen?
so if I chose the green one
would I be completely
respecting my best friend who died?
trusting a ghost that I will always love?
trusting it was lucky for her?
or respecting my very own good luck?
and if I chose the blue one
for my very own selfish reasons
and it didn't work out
would I always wish
I'd chosen the green?
because green is the colour
that remind me of her face?
I can certainly tell you this
sometimes…
life's conundrums are surely wasted
on a poet.
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Amazing
Thank you. ๐น
You're welcome
a very interesting and complex question Teddy.
and one deserving of a story to share, if that's ok with you?
it won't answer your question, but it might suggest life's conundrums are a part of life.through poetry or otherwise.
Absolutely dearest Melvin. โค๏ธ
Every road a journey, every path a lesson. May you always be happy with your chosen paths Teddy. ๐น
Thank you dear friend, and I agree wholeheartedly, I've been a very lucky lady. ๐น
Choices, there is the illusion. Maybe it doesn't matter which road is chosen they may all end up at the same place. It all depends on whether you believe in determinism or free will. Green or blue are fine with me in that I like them both and actually I like red and orange yellow purple and even black and white. I feel the loss in this poem and hope it will heal in a joining of roads and colors
Thank you dearest sorrenbarret at Xmas I hold one green velvet ball on my tree in honour of my friend, and blue is my lucky colour, my colour that I never ever use is yellow, although I love the sunflowers of van Gogh and yes I agree in which roads we choose we can never really know their outcome but one must follow the heart or gut or mind and that's something that is so difficult sometimes. Thank you so much dear friend โค๏ธ
Choices dear Teddy can cause such problems. Which pathway to take? Once decided, no looking back. Well, thatโs what I try to do lol, Not saying I am successful, but I know reflections on decisions can be unsettling. Loved this read and hope you have had a perfect Thursday.dear poet ๐น
LoL thank you dearest Cassie, I've been like a Cheshire cat today, last night England made me proud. ๐น
A fantastic result. Looking forward to Sunday ๐ด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ฅ๓ ฎ๓ ง๓ ฟ๐ด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ฅ๓ ฎ๓ ง๓ ฟ๐ด๓ ง๓ ข๓ ฅ๓ ฎ๓ ง๓ ฟ
Well as the great Yogi Berra once said, "When you come to a fork in the road, take it." Not making light of your poem, but when confronted with a choice that must be made, do not hesitate. Choose to the best of your abilities. Loved your poem. It made me think, "What would I do?" - Phil A.
I agree wholeheartedly thank you dear Phil, I've had many. ๐น
I have a feeling, nothing is wasted on you, dear Teddy.
That's a beautiful thing to say dear Thomas, very very kind indeed. Thank you dear friend. ๐น
In one of the infinite number of parallel Universes you would have trod both paths in one to them Teddy.
Andy
Wow, such a beautiful thought dearest Andy, thank you dear friend. ๐น
You hit the vunnerable spot in all of us in this poem, the mystery of life that we can never solve. Que sera, que sera as the song goes. I just loved this!
Awe thank you so much my dear Bella, this weekend I have one of my best friends staying with me, I haven't seen her since before COVID, those who are here and those who are not they always remain in my heart, a few beautiful friends, I'm very lucky. Thank you my dear Bella. ๐น โค๏ธ
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