Articles in my head, glimpsed by many,
read by few, remembered sometimes
not even by me.
Characters insufficiently described
unless captured between the lines.
Invented stories, episodes only imagined,
paths never actually taken by these feet.
Shoes unworn although well polished,
bourbons untasted though freely imbibed,
affairs with actors I will likely never meet.
Pity the unhappy architect
who from the big city has moved
to remove himself from the distractions
so that creativity might improve.
The reasons he has not hit the big time,
the reasons his failure remains;
the reasons why he will never be cleverer,
are all one and the same.
Coalescing these notions, arranging these notes,
baking these ideas into edible bread
still eludes me.
So do any of these recollections actually represent
any the articles remaining unread?
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Author:
Dan Williams (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Yes, yes, the reflector has struck again.
- Category: Reflection
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This is a very deep well you have dug. You have approached this from a most unique path. I love this approach. You have put in poetic form not only Robert Frost's The road less taken but expanded upon it. Very nice now it is my turn to be jealous.
It surprises me how you often interpret my work better than I can. Thank you for that.
So you might get this twice but anyway, it keeps surprising me how you better interpret my work than I do. Bound together by love of words and what can be done with them. Thank you, again.
Deep excellent write
And a deep thank you for that.
You're welcome
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