Chason De Choix

Choose wisely between love and hate.

Chason De Choix

(Song of choice)

By

Carlos Lorenzo Estrada 

What is... 

a poet without words

A dancer without song

A painter without vision 

A heart without wrong

They are... 

ryhme without reason 

Melody without grace 

Palette without color

Love without hate

We are defined 

by the choices we make

From the heart we choose; 

to the one we break

So be mindful of things

I say this rhetorically 

For these choices we make

are all things of poetry 

Author's Note

Feel free to comment or leave your thoughts. Thank you for reading this poem.

Reviews

[William Michael Reeves]

You're right Carlos...

A wordless poet dies
A songless dancer seats
A visionless painter cries
A pure heart beats

Pumping reason into rhyme
Transferring grace in melody
Flowing red in loving time
Drowning hatred in ecstasy

Of self definition
And decisions made
Leading hearts intuition
Within memories that fade

In the mind of a poet
Speaking truth they strive
To choose thoughts we can't forget
Writing words that come alive!

Yours truly,
Billigami

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

That my friend is the power of poetry. Thank you for sharing your words with me.

[William Michael Reeves]

There was power in this. I wrote yours down and wrote mine side by side and they were amazing together. Your words generate the power of mine! Thanks for the inspiration.

[Temperance]

The choices we make do end up in poetry. I like this poem very much. Gives one pause to think about it. We are defined by the choices we make, from the heart we choose to the one we break.....How true and sad at the same time. I enjoyed the read very much, Mr. CLE. Your fan, Temp

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Thank you Temp for your thoughts on this piece. No single sentence struck me harder in writing than the one you quoted. Because it truly does define our individual hearts. I wish I could say I never had to make such difficult choices in love, but I would be lying. It's something we all have to live with. We can either learn and grow from it, or let it destroy any semblance of goodness within us to be better. My regrets are a crown of thorns I wear as reminder of what it took to become me. Thank you as always for sharing your thoughts with me, a fan of your art as well. CLE

[Aura]

What is life without choice? A story without a plot. I found your poem wonderful to read, so melodious to the ears! But a thoughtful message as well, we are our own decision makers, and we are bound by those decisions, and we must choose them carefully or else we may regret what comes next. I enjoyed your beautifully written poem!

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Thank you Aura for commenting on this poem. It is a strong message I believe so much in. Because what is life? But a choice of constant random choices presented to us. We may not always make the most prudent or correct decisions, but we are not meant too. Because it's those choices that lead us on different paths and journeys. And from there growth and education to becoming our better selves. The perfect imperfect. Thank you again for your comment.

[JE Falcon]

I saw a painting, way back when, it showed a puzzled looking man with a deck of cards, and all the cards were exactly the same. --- This poem meaning, in an odd sort of way, reminds me of that painting.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

I can see that as well in this poem. Every card looking exactly the same until after the choice has been made and you find it is not as what you may have believed it to be. Art tends to make the indistinguishable and bland into something sublimely different. Thank you JE for your thoughts on this piece I really appreciate it.

[Ada]

Nice write on how our choices can have profound impact. You just take the reader down a lyrical path with your message.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Thank you Ada for your comment. I so believe in the message of this poem for it truly is life defining. We are the embodiment of the choices we make in life. They shape us in profound and empathetic ways. There is a poem ready to be birthed in ever choice we make in life, good or bad. And it is very much a song that is either happy or sad. Thank you again for sharing your thoughts with me.

[Lisasview]

Ahh, Carlos.. Choice..and choices..
How very true..
Choices are of our making..
heart we choice to the one we break...so so true.
Really liked your poem..
Lisa

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Thank you Lisa for your comment on this piece. That particular line really stuck with me as I was writing this poem. It is perhaps the heart of it all. Writing this was bittersweet for it asked of me to look back at my own choices made. A few I wish I would have chosen differently. But that is what poetry is made of. Both the good and bad decisions we must live with. Thank you kindly again for your thoughts. I really appreciate it.

[keith]

each is an opposite
this and/or that
both, ends of the same stick
you have given your incite a place to move about freely
well done grasshopper! HA!

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Thank you my friend I appreciate the kind comment. I do appreciate it.

[Cherrie Palmer]

... and in a silent world filled with dark the girl finds her feet and danced.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Thank you for commenting Cherrie on this poem. I'm a bit fond of the message of this poem. I feel it has a resonance to it.

[Cherrie Palmer]

It does. The need to create follows us all.

[John Prophet]

Wow, wonderful work! 👍🏼

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Thank you for the kind comment.

[Patricia]

Everything is poetry, choices though, hmmm sometimes choices have to be made from two equally bad choices, even that is poetry but I believe we are more than the choices we make, so much more, we are complicated animals but yes poetic

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

The results of choices both good and bad inspire poetry. One can write the greatness of love in sonnet, while another the darker brooding pain of it. The results we come to believe we often put into words. It does not make us good or bad, only human. We are the accumulations of choices we have made in life for they account for our frailties, hopes, despair, anger, and love. Some choices may be complex and difficult to make between bad and worse, but do they make us any less human? I feel it makes us living art. For in the choice we make there is a story, parable, song, and poem in it to be discovered and written. To be remembered for the choice of being human. Thank you Patricia for sharing your insightful thoughts on this poem and this illuminating conversation.

[Lorry]

Congratulations Carlos, on me bestowing honorary Scottish Ness to you, on the very day that we celebrate like no other, with essentially, all you say here. From first footing to the last footer (first person to cross your threshold after midnight and last one before the bells, to traditional gifts of black bun, lump of coal (some places bring salt???) and of course a wee dram o whiskey, where no one is refused and all are welcome (a great way of resolving festering grudges) and of course, the hootenanny that follows (party, song and dancing)
It will be quieter tonight due to restrictions, but no doubt we'll still all get the never ending stream of fireworks to make sure we're all awake for days to come 😊
We think of words like yours today and tomorrow, and then ignore everyone the rest of the year, until the bells chime once more 😊
Wishing you and yours a happier new year and hopefully a far safer one than the last few.

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

I do not take such a bestowment lightly and am very honored by it. Many a great writer has the Scottish ancestry produced. Robert Louis Stevenson, Arthur Conan Doyle, J.M Barrie, and so many more. A great fine lineage of artists. And what man of my Spanish ancestry can ever say no to a shot of whiskey and a festive party. You may even find me climbing up on a table at one point attempting to recite drunken poetry. I will accept my lump of coal with graceful honor and profound respect for the Scots whose art changed the world with dreams, songs, and dance of alliteration and great writ words of story, and poem. Wishing you and yours a wonderful new years as well my friend. I will tip a glass of whiskey for you Lorry. Thank you kindly for your words, my poet friend.

[Lorry]

NEWS JUST IN.... Now 7am and the whole "party like no other didn't materialise, at all.
I think we're just doing the opposite of what the government say now, as there is currently no lockdown, yet all over, not a sound, apart from a few fireworks and a startled cat. I'm still shielding, so wouldn't have gone anyway, but it has left me feeling proud of us for not even acknowledging those arrogant politicos... But also a little bit annoyed as it feels like I was punked by the whole country. They must have arranged it all on fb or something 😊

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

It literally sounds as if here in the US they are starting a new revolution. Someone must be tossing sticks of dynamite around because the ground keeps shaking and car alarms are constantly being set off. We usually call that hillbilly firecrackers. Stay safe my friend.