My life has no echo
At least nothing resembling sound
At best, a faint rumble
More like a murmur under ground
My narrative has a voice
That trails off into the wood
No response expected or forth-coming
That much is understood
My story is scribbled with illegibility
Earlier versions and first drafts
My scars have permanence
A deep nail-cut that lasts
I have met forks in my road
A fir tree marks the spot
Made up of simple choices
My conscience whispered one thing
Inner devils whispered other voices
No road map to follow
Just a fear lodged inside
Like a cracked nut gone hollow.
But even then
In the spring of my years
When I think back when
I shed few childish tears
I always understood
The need to make a decision
I always made up my mind
In spite of a brief hesitation
When you decide to follow a path
The path itself knows where it goes
You will soon come to its destination
The only one the path knows
The lesson of my map
Is that it conceals no gimmicks
If you venture into the unknown
You free yourself of limits
Put your imprint on the land
Trace a life in your own hand
Where you live your soul-journey
To create a map only you understand.
I'VE OFTEN HEARD IT SAID THAT LIFE IS ABOUT OUR JOURNEY. THIS IS NOT MY EPITAPH, AT ALL. MY LIFE IS ABOUT MY DESTINATION. I AM ONLY STILL HERE AND REFUSE TO USE MY OWN HANDS TO EXIT HERE BECAUSE I AM DETERMINED TO REACH MY DESTINATION. THIS JOURNEY? THE MAP OF IT IS NOT IN MY HANDS...I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE I'M GOING TO BE TOMORROW I ONLY KNOW, FOR SURE...WHERE I'M GOING TO END UP. SO THERE(SMILE). THANKS FOR SHARING, JOHN, GREAT POEM. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
This poem, though written in your own unique style, reminded me strongly of Frost's The Road Less Traveled. Isn't it funny how we are often drawn by the unknown rather than the known? Perhaps because we hope for something better...
well, mapping out is a great deed; even the movements of the stars properly calculated can provide us with the proper days for action. It comes to be that one who achieves success makes many such calculations before being engaged in action. As a rule, one who loses makes but few mapping out beforehand. In a word, do many plans lead to success but few calculations to defeat: how much more no mapping at all. . . It is by attention to this point that we can predict who is likely to succeed but who to lose. On the other hand, as is fairly said, 'you do your job while I do mine.' Cheers, alex
That last line is so well understood by moi!! "I always understood
The need to make a decision ".....this caused my soul to rumble unfelt by anyone else.
You have come through much clearer with pros rather than trying to force rhymes in some of your posts. Using a map as a metaphor for your life is a good one, except the path that takes each fork not knowing the outcome only the choices before, will certainly not come out where expected.
But when I did create a map for my life, PERT (Program Evaluation Review Technique) for my doctorate, I did know where I was going and arrived there much sooner than if I had just taken forks in the road as I came to them.
I've always taken the path less traveled,
with no destination in mind.
Where it goes, I go,
not knowing what I might find.
never had much use for a map,
I wander like a lost pup.
and besides, maps are a pain,
when it's time to fold them back up.
We all create our very on footprints, John, that is what makes us unique. Some footprints have an inner glow and is positive in every way. Some are lackadaisical with no obvious destination. Somehow, these two footprints, though entirely diverse wind up, toward the end thinking the same thoughts, just interpreting them different.
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
Rebecca
The need to make a decision ".....this caused my soul to rumble unfelt by anyone else.
Love ya!
Jane
But when I did create a map for my life, PERT (Program Evaluation Review Technique) for my doctorate, I did know where I was going and arrived there much sooner than if I had just taken forks in the road as I came to them.
Ron
with no destination in mind.
Where it goes, I go,
not knowing what I might find.
never had much use for a map,
I wander like a lost pup.
and besides, maps are a pain,
when it's time to fold them back up.
But I enjoyed your poem.
Michael D.