Jonathan Lee Poems
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The Road Not Taken (On Reading Robert Frost's Poem)
Two roads diverged in a mellow wood.
Rugged paths and uphill roads further ahead.
Dimly or half-hidden, like the wood itself.
Try to glimpse ahead.
But it is beyond disappearing eyes.
Part of my earthly tests.
Part of the riddle:
'Wherever I go, there I am.'
When young, no matter which road I took,
seeking prizes or meeting setbacks,
reversed, chose another road, repeated the cycle,
half-consciously, I carried that heavy Log
of desires, prides, fears, jealousies.
I realized, my feet didn't get to choose.
Rather, that Log came alive, ...
I hugged my young child closely.
Tears dried the dirt
darkening the corners of my eyes.
She quietly, starkly pierced the dagger
into her stomach, deep, deeper,