Ryan John Payne

Rookie - 107 Points (New Mexico, United States)

My Pilgrimage With Robert Frost - Poem by Ryan John Payne

Three prospects were determined upon a purple path,
And I mourned two from which I would now abstain.
So that I'd remain a christened pilgrim, those I passed,
Pondering at once - at last - each and every aftermath
Where, someday in Life, I could begin to ascertain;

Then I chose the alternate, although forlorn, 'twas fair-
And perchance finding the latter with much more calm,
Since, as in a flowery vale, it caught my attentive stare;
Even though as long as I took Life's far excursion there,
My feet would gladly tread thus, without one qualm.

Then at daybreak they were dispassionately displayed,
In foliage where footprints had refrained steps and back,
How I distilled into my memory those others I'd craved!
Still, seeing Life's hidden tollbooths and compelled to pay,
I questioned whether I would ever try to backtrack.

I considered an averted past and cast off all melancholy
While I traversed in Life's fickle forest and uncertain clime:
Three prospects I determined upon a purple path and folly,
Sensing two digressed toward a perdition dark and sprawly,
Yet God granted a bridge on which to cross, just in time.

Topic(s) of this poem: lifestyle, paths, purple

Form: Allegory

Poet's Notes about The Poem

I had always loved Robert Frost's poem 'The Road Not Taken.' I decided to share 'the road not taken' along with him...as I would see it with him in a shared pilgrimage of unplanned paths.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 9, 2015

Poem Edited: Monday, November 9, 2015

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