I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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22 December 2017

‘May the Road Rise to Meet You,’ I Said, and She Said:

What does that mean? I feel like 
I just climbed a mountain.
What you want from me?

I don’t wanna climb anymore …
can’t I just walk downhill please,
to the next flower maybe?

May the road be winding and wonderful
(Feels like a tightrope at the moment.
Talk about straight and narrow.)

Found poem: found in a comment on one of my facebook posts. I couldn't resist shaping it into the poem I thought it wanted to be.


  1. What a cool found poem........the comment it is from must have been a doozy! Smiles. Happy holidays, my friend.......may it all be spent on Easy Street!

    1. That was pretty much it, the whole comment. My friend didn't need to elaborate, because I know what she's been dealing with.

  2. (Feels like a tightrope at the moment.
    Talk about straight and narrow.)'

    Relationships can certainly be subjected to such elements. Very true Rosemary!


  3. haha does this make me a true poet? <3

    1. Haha yourself; you know you are that already.

  4. Here is hoping for "winding and wonderful". I just love the twist that phrase promises. Yummy.