The PathA Poem by Patriciaan interesting take on an old cliche?
The Path
I have walked the path unchosen
I have spoke the words not spoken
as on the dusty, rain-drenched nights
of early spring or late in autumn.
I have passed along the rivers
the city’s hidden rivers
deep beneath its pavement floors
while the raindrops hit the streets;
splash down only on concrete.
And from my hidden window
the lighted bridges sing:
come and try to walk that path
that is yet unknown to any man
come and yet discover where all of this began
And I try to find this path unchosen,
and leave behind the new formed roads
made of only flimsy man-made things, devoid of any depth
so, I slide along the solid pebbles,
and try to find where I belong.
© 2009 PatriciaReviews
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3 Reviews Added on March 14, 2009 AuthorPatriciaLindenhurst, NYAboutI'm a college student and fantasy junkie. I've been writing for as long as I can remember, although I've only become interested in poetry, my main medium, in the past five or so years. When I'm not .. more..Writing
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