Originally posted on Rebecca L Weir:
I wrote a poem–a thing which I don’t do often–and I didn’t write it because I wanted to sound profound, or I wanted to be a great writer. I wrote it because I wanted to think something through. I suppose that a lot of poetry happens like that, and because of that, a lot of it is about love and death and troubles. This would be no exception. I call it “None At All.” *side note: my stanzas are separated by — because the paragraphs weren’t showing up when I pasted it. Do you take the road least traveled? The hipster would say yes. Do you take the road more traveled? Tradition would say yes. — Does a river yearn to climb a mountain? We don’t really know, And though they work with gravity, I’d like to say, yes. — You see, I know the science, The probability of it all. But does that mean that I Stick to the proven course? — I could follow the path That…