A Road Less Travelled
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So young I was full of spirit and fun
not knowing what life would offer up
as I was on the run from
who I had become.
Life was unbearable watching
through crying eyes of rituals
performed daily in a house
ruled by one so mean whose
putrid soul
was his fun.
Could I travel both roads
and hope for the best or
stay put and rooted in a
life from Hell under the
ruling spell of a heartless
demon who could tell
what next would come
from a boy wanting to
run and take his mom
and siblings with him.
And never come back but
stake a claim in adventures
name and take the path less
travelled with hope, pride
and expectations of greatness
or great loss only time would tell.
Taken the road travelled on
and beaten down it's gravel as
smooth as jade I slipped into
the great divide and knew
I would never come back yet
be spoken of by many in the
future news or press of a
young man who took the
road less travelled to
become a man.
If I kept my head about me
while becoming a man when
friends doubted me or talked
of me with lies I could disguise
my dreams so fools would'nt
twist me or try to become
my master or slave.
I know I will meet up
with triumph and disaster
along my travelled path but
keeping straight as a
sharpened arrow in flight
my aim would surely take
me to a sweeter place than
whence the one I left so
rotten filled with pain
and sorrow.
So let me start at the
beginning and pray that
I chose well the road less
travelled and find my rainbow
at the new beginning where
the golden river spills into
the great divide of happiness
and let me never breath a word
of what I tossed away with the flip
of my coin yet be happy with
the risk but simply
cross my heart.
For I have not seen what lays
before me I have not seen
what others saw for joy was
not mine as a boy for all
I loved I loved always alone
in my room my childhood
rendered bare with sores
aching to be healed with
lightening speed from the
stormy clouds of my life
that hung over my
daily scourge.
So from the sunshine
that warms my face and
dries the gathered moss
on my road of travels
let my grays turn to blues
and let fly by me the summer
wind upon my cheek while
distant thunder and storms
are but the past and Heaven
is my resting place and tis the
fountain of good that awaits my
every step along the way.
I put my nightmares behind
me now and walk and dream
within my dream and hold
within my hands the sand
that let's me grasp it tight
and try to save each grain
that slowly slips
between my fingers
like father time
as I take pride in who
I am and leave my beginnings
to the demons
from my horrid past.
© Copyright 2012 by Vincent Moore. All rights reserved
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Stunning. !!! I found myself trying to listen to it in your voice., in my head.
This really is a tremendous poem, Vincent.
Love and peace to you.
This has both an epic and prayerful feel to me--if you can have both at the same time---Beautiful write!
I also heard you in my head telling this awesome poem, although it was sad. Voted up and beautiful sad, Joyce
Powerful poem that pours from your heart. As the words fell upon the page, I pray that it was like a warm healing balm, washing away the past...healing the secret parts, and placing you on a road of new beginnings..
Much love,
Sunnie
Vincent, I do not want to sound cliche, but this is nothing less than incredible. I have already read this 3 times and I capture more and more with each read. A prolific, powerful, reflective journey.
Thank you once again for sharing your beautiful words.
Thank you for bringing me along on your journey. Jamie
Wow... There are no words to express what I have just read. I will read it again and again. Thank You. my friend.
Powerful expression of personal experience and choices..but I love the hope that shines through giving the poem a new beginning at the end..
I take pride in who
I am and leave my beginnings
to the demons
Bravo!
from my horrid past.
Oh yes Vincent ;powerful and from your heart.
The sand sifiting through your fingers; so sad but also so beautiful!!
I am honoured to be able read these words from a true artist .
Take care Vincent my friend and I wish you a wonderful day.
Eddy.
@robie2 thank you for your haunting comment. I felt it to as I wrote it. Chills of my childhood.
@Dim Thank you my friend, I talked it as I wrote it, it had very sad echo's and loss yet the road I took was definitely a journey.
@Audrey Nice to know you felt it between my lines and verse, thank you my friend.
@writer20 Thank you for voting up and beautiful my friend, much appreciated.
@Sunnie Day Yes I did have new beginnings on my path, yet my journey is almost over in this life and I know my calling is elsewhere. I will scribe until my last breath here. Hugs
Hello Vincent, I really enjoyed "A Road Less Traveled". I felt you had weaved in nuances from so many Giants. I was hearing (am hearing) Rudyard Kipling, Dylan Thomas, Charles Dickens, Tom Northcott, Kahil Gibran...You!!!
"Ah where the golden river spills into the great divide"
A master piece. Congratulations. Regards, snakeslane
You open your wounds, show the perforation inside you, and tell the stories of pain and suffering. You evoke eternal sadness in your poem. But then you also see glimmer of hope.
Loved your work very much .
Vincent, do take pride in who you are. You have come a long way and found your source of healing through your powerful words and faith in yourself. Go forth and leave the past to the demons. You are awesome, my friend! I am blessed to know you. Hugs!
You hooked me from from first stanza with the lines:
"as I was on the run from
who I had become"
Man, have I been there! This is a fine write and we learn more about you with each new piece. This one needs to be bookmarked so I can return again and again and discover new nuances. Voted up and awesome because it is!
Vincent...
My...this is the difference between poetry and prose my friend! You rock! You hooked me in the beginning and wouldn't let me go! Voting up and Sharing!
Thomas
Beautiful and painful imagery. I am quite familiar with the Robert Frost poem which has a completely different tone but is certainly an inspiration.
The more I read the more I feel I know you. This was a wonderful piece that has painted so much of what you've gone through in life to get to where you are now. I think your poem may have just inspired me to write a poem which I have not done in awhile now. Thank you for this.
Beautiful! May you 'grays turn to silver.... (never mind blues)... Feel the wind upon your cheeks... taste the air you are breathing. The road you have chosen brought you here; you have risen so high, my dearest Vincent, your past is a little dot way-way below.
Hugs going your way :)
Beautiful poem... I love the structure and rhyme. Some formidable, descriptive words you have chosen.
@missolive What a beautiful accolade you bestowed upon me, I am truly humbled by your words. I am so happy you liked it.
@jhamann Your very welcome my new friend.
@cleaner3 Thank you for your kind words, I appreciate your comment my friend.
@shimmering Dawn Yes indeed very personal experiences from my youth and finally a new beginning when I took the right road and my journey which is still taking me on adventures.
@ Eddy From one artist to another, I thank you for your always kind words and friendship, hugs.
@snakeslane Your correct in your observation, a hint of Rudyard Kiping and David Frost, Dylan Thomas the others I'm not sure. Although if you think so then I am truly honored in your choices. Hugs to you my poetic scribe.
@Vinaya You nailed this well. Exactly what I felt as I scribed this piece, many shades of feelings that came over me as I penned.
@Phyllis I am proud of who I am and who've I've become in my entering of my senior years. My demons are behind me, although from time to time I am driven to play with them and let them randomly challenge me. Hugs
@Poetic Fool Glad you enjoyed it and to know that you have been there in some of your own personal ways. Thank you for voting it up.
@ThoughtSandwiches Thank you my friend and glad to have hooked you in and kept your interest. Thank you for the vote.
@Flora yes it was painful and yet the beauty shone through as I progressed with this piece. Indeed Robert Frost was on my mind as I chose his title of taking a road less travelled. He inspired me.
@Just Ask Susan Yes I to feel you know me a little more each time I pen. My friend I am also happy to have inspired you to pick up your quill as well. You are wonderful with words and your Haiku's are brilliant.
@Martie Yes indeed my hair is turning gray, so it may have been more fitting to not use Blue. LoL. My rocky roads are behind me, my rainbow awaits me at my journey's end, I am at peace. My past is indeed far behind me, the demons just like to exicite me from time to time and I am challenged to scribe again about some of my past. Hugs to you my friend.
Beautiful and so full of emotion! I could feel the turmoil in the decision. Voted up and sharing.
Thank you for your comment LABrashear, yes emotion did raise to the top. There is often turmoil in our decisions in life, I had that moment in mine for sure. Thank you for voting it up and sharing. Hugs
Oh how I have missed your poetry my friend. I must log in more often to catch a taste of your excellence! :-)
Oh my dear Lady_Tenaz you ever so flatter me. I am truly humbled by your words. I to enjoy your excellence, you need to scribe more. I hope you are feeling better now and that your health permits you to take quill in hand and do honour us with your extremely gifted talents.
i feel for the boy you were once was...were you scared?alone?sad?
you speak so much of truth that others hide...you dare to bare the blinding truth that few have shunned...i really admire your honesty Vincent...by going into the past, is the only way one could be healed from the demons that took hold of him...
Excellent. Its an emotional one, I feel your emotions in it.
powerful, vincent. shared!
raciniwa Yes you are correct, I rid myself of the past by writing about events that lay restless inside my soul. My Muse knows just how to bring them forward with his choice of words, I am simply his deliverer.
@Charu Bhatnagar, thank you for feeling my emotions.
@PDXKaraokeGuy Thank you for the share, peace be with you friend.
You described a youth, I wish no one had to experience. The deep wounds from our childhood takes long time to heal, many times they don't. However, you found a road leading away from the painful tears on your cheeks, towards a new beginning with glimmer of hope, replacing your sad tears.
Your ability to write and make a simple sentence sound like a beautiful symphony is a rare gift. With your powerful words, it seems you have stopped the past to cast its dark shadows over you, and the aching wounds are now healed. Thank you Vincent, for letting me walk with you on this road, paved with your endurance and strength.
SanneL Thank you for giving this piece a read. Tear are far behind me, although memories and scars are deep and surface now and then in my scribes. I sometimes feel like I have a symphony to write, so I share it through my poetry, dark as it is. Many comments have come suggesting that it helped someone or other and I am blessed when I read that.I know many have a past and can't bring it forward, it festers and hides in the shadows and they suffer in solitude. I have to let it escape, thus I scribe. Much appreciate your kind words here.
Wow! Beautiful poem. We all come to the perverbial fork in the road and wonder did we take the right path. Your expression of this is original, creative and heart-wrenching. I love the images you create in this poem, too. Wonderful!
susettenaples, thank you for your compliments on this piece. Forks in roads we all have taken, I have regrets for some I've journeyed down, however I know it's my destiny on this trip through. It's all about discovery and boy have I discovered life both the good, bad and ugly.
Absolutely Beautiful. I have traveled this road and found myself at several forks along the way. The turmoil, the decisions, the safety, the outcome. So many factors we hide from ourselves yet strive to make it through but one step at a time, listening to our hearts, our minds and most importantly, our souls. Well done my friend! Voted up and all the way across. Lisa
Ah yes, those demons. The book, The Road Less Traveled, by Peck, is one of my favorites. I always sign off my email with "Follow the green lights". Now I'm following you.
Rusticliving I am happy to read that you have been down some of your own roads and taken the forks. I guess we all do this on our journey through this plane. I am always on a different road it seems. Hugs
@Lilleyth "Follow the green lights" indeed. Demons hang out in my life from time to time and I battle them with my verse. Thank you for the follow.
robie2 Level 6 Commenter 3 months ago
Powerful, honest, and absolutely haunting. The last stanza is the rainbow, appearing after the rain. Beautiful