The Third Road

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
and you think you know how this goes,
at thought, one would pass the less traveled,
Others, to one with less woes,

To tread is a choice one should make,
Is quite important, if not, to most,
So with a sigh, ponder... ponder...
to reach the utmost.

Weighing priorities; weighing... weighing...
The dilemma is but a period in life,
To choose one is to betray the other,
Deep within, a mind in strife.

Two roads diverged ahead your quest,
No rules say you must choose either.
Life is but one's own making,
So what I'd do is make another....

Reviews

[Mark]

Your poem has strong potential, Monster, but i feel its effedtiveness was marred by the repeatings of ponder and weighing in the second and third stanzas. It's as though you were stuck for a powerful, unique word, so you used a mundane one twice. This is of course only one man's opinion, but I am confident that, with a little more patience (and a good thesaurus!), this can be elevated from a pleasant verse to a truly moving poem.

[Monster ^.^]

Thank you very much!!! I have a tendency to do this, dragging a word twice. Maybe because I could imagine it echoing (the ellipses) and think it's kinda cool. Maybe next time I should do it with a powerful word instead of a mundane one, do you think that would work? Or should I just rid of that persistent habit? haha

[Coyote Poetry]

I like your thoughts and your words are true.
"Two roads diverged ahead your quest,
No rules say you must choose either.
Life is but one's own making,
So what I'd do is make another...."
Life is simple. Follow your dreams and try to enjoy each new day. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry my friend.
Coyote

[Simphonia Hale]

first poem I read in this site and man it intimidated me! Very well done! :)

[Monster ^.^]

Nothing to be intimidated of, Simphonia. ;) we have our way. If I read yours, I'd probably get intimidated myself! :)

[Simphonia Hale]

geeee, oh well, practice makes perfect! :) Thanks my friend! :D

[Helena]

I loved your original 'take' on Mr. Frost's famous poem. The last two paras were superb as was ALL your write. Well done Monster! Thanks for entering it into my contest!

[Monster ^.^]

Thank you Helena! Glad you think that way! :)

[MandaBear]

so very well done

[Monster ^.^]

Thanks :)

[SHEEMA HUQ]

it is as if the mind is indulging fruitfully as you engage with a mundane activitiy
you have a artsitic way of phrasing
so very well done

[Monster ^.^]

Thank you for that Sheema, such lovely words you offer :)

[Mike Emil]

who has yellow woods?
are you from japan?
HAI???

[Monster ^.^]

No I'm not. Hahaha!

[chaotic katie]

you took it and made it original, beautifully written

[Monster ^.^]

Thank you Katie! That's sweet of you :)

[chaotic katie]

you're welcome, you deserved it! fantastic write once again.

[Jack...]

I like the thought process in this. I once wrote a story about 3 paths through the woods. This is way too cool.

[Monster ^.^]

Thanks Jack. :)

[Eileenws]

Nice Robert Frost poem. I always wondered what he meant bey yellow wood. Nicely written.

[Monster ^.^]

According to Mister Gombeggar down there, it might have been a Birch tree. I wouldn't know myself :3

[Mark]

@ Eileen: I've read a good deal of Frost, and his reference to yellow wood is an allusion to the Fall season, the approach of winter, from which you may infer all manner of emotional connotations re: adulthood, ineffectuality, approaching death, etc. Hope this helps.

[Eileenws]

Thanks, Mark. I appreciate the clarification. Eileen