Choices
(My opening line is from Stopping by woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost)
Between the woods and frozen lake
neither path I wish to take,
For survival I must choose one
I’ll wait for the arrival of the sun.
The sun rises, my path still not clear
no steps taken, I’m shaking with fear
The lakes surface covered with Ice and Snow
however, the strength of it I do not know.
The trees in the woods whisper “come, This way”
beautiful in appearance, can i trust what i hear them say?
I’ll close my eyes and slowly breathe in
how did i get here, how did it begin?
Between the woods and frozen lake
which path should I take?
should I open my eyes and let out a scream?
Maybe i’ll waken, hoping it was a dream
Oh, I really like this! Being in a constant state of flux is so relatable. Good job!
Stef, thank you
I like it!! =)
Thank you
I really like this. You captured the feeling of indecision and fear. You also capture the feel of the first line from Frost, and your lines feel like they match the language of his poem too. Really nice job! 🙂
Fiona, thank you for your really kind words 😊
I fully agree with a previous comment about the sense of flux here – you’ve caught the core of Frost’s poem perfectly and translated it really skilfully into your own poem – lovely!
Thank you Anne, i’ve had a good teacher lol.