Actualization

Roads diverge,
Frost-like.
This happens to me
probably over
sixteen-thousand
times a day,
and probably has
for over
sixteen-thousand
days,
and sixteen-thousand
million
years before me,
leading me here,
(I admit),
but offering me
the choice
of left or right,
or anywhere
in-between, really,
since I am
guessing there
must be
three-hundred and
sixty directions
available,
and that’s just
rounding things off
to directions you
can put numbers to
while only considering
things horizontally.
So don’t tell me
there are no choices.
I do this everyday,
you know.
And one of them
is right,
and at least some
of them
are wrong.
Wrong, damnit!
And you, sir,
can claim
I’m listening to air,
but what I hear
tells me more than
you can know,
like whether to go
left or right,
or anywhere
in-between,
and other such
things, like when
(for example)
the perfect
moment comes
to properly
end
a poem.

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I always enjoy reading your work. Its fresh, original, and inspires me. thank you

Thanks for the nice words, cousin. And welcome to ILP, at least the Creative Writing portion of it, which is all I can really speak for. I liked The Last Meal by the way. Hope we’ll be seeing more of your stuff soon.

Yes, but the more choices we make, the more we slip into the inevitable vortex of entropy’s ever-deepening downward spiral.

–just bringing you some uplifting thoughts,
Nels.

This being the second poem of yours I have read, you are my favourite poet on this forum so far(excluding myself, I don’t mean that in a narcissistic way, just honesty, I don’t love myself. I am quite partial to a bit of cathartic self-loathing from time to time) lightening dosn’t strike twice and I will go out on a limb and assume your other work is as good.
Please read mine too as, especially in this poem, I see a familiarity of conciousness. The way you seem to react to the reactions of the reader whilst writing, or at least your expectations of them.

=D> I know that smiley seems patronising. sorry