Choice

Little wooden signpost
Leaning out of the ground
I feel that it must be quite lost
For there are no pathways around.

Shall I go up and read it?
I don't know what it might say,
But I feel it shouldn't be left here
To be read another day.

So I walk through the meadow,
And it says but one word.
I think that it feels lonely,
With a quiet message unheard.

I look left, I look right,
And though there is no noise,
I hear questions with no answers,
And now I know my choice.

Little wooden signpost,
Leaning out of the ground,
I feel that it has found its place
With so many paths around.

Author's Note

This is the first poem I wrote that I ever considered 'good enough'. Actually, no, the first poem I wrote that was 'good enough' was an amazing poem based on the Lady of the Lake, but that's beside the point. Anyhow, I searched and searched through my notebooks for this to post on WritersCafe when I first signed up, and I only found it just now underneath my mattress. Crazy, huh?

Reviews

[Rae]

I usually don't read poems since I'm not good at understanding hidden meanings, but I try my best to review them anyways. ^^ I like how in the beginning there were no pathways, but in the end there were. Choices are always there, even if we might not seen them the first time. Good job! I look forward to reading your other writings. ^^

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I ruvz it i think its awesomazinglyterrificlycool XD

[Tai Ryens]

I like this one, great poem about the trouble in picking sides. The ending and beginning can use some work, but it's still alright. Keep it up