Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And I was determined to travel both.
So I weaved between the two,
Exploring this one and that.
The distance between the roads grew,
And I found myself absorbed in the in-between space,
No longer concerned with traversing the paths,
And that has made all the difference.
W3 Prompt #126: Wea’ve Written Weekly poet of the week, Nolcha, prompts us to write a poem using a line or two from Robert Frost’s The Road Not Taken.
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a lovely poem Jennifer 😊🙌😘😘
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Thank you, Carol Anne! 😊
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This is great and such a positive way to look at life in general!
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Thank you! 😊
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beautifully done, Jennifer 🤍
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Thank you, Destiny! 😉
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so welcome…💫🤍
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hi, Jenn 👋🏻
I really like this approach to life! But it’s hard for me to maintain… there’s a lot of pressure to pick one path or another!
BTW, I want let you know that this week’s W3, hosted by our beloved Lesley, is now live-
https://skepticskaddish.com/2024/10/02/w3-prompt-127-weave-written-weekly/
Enjoy❣️
Much love,
David
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Thank you, David! 😊
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BTW – the link you shared on Mister Linky was the wrong link (you shared a link to my blog instead of yours by accident), so I fixed that for you.
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Thank you so much! ❤️
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I love that “absorbed in the in-between space”.
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Thank you, Melissa! 😊
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