A Piece of Time

Could it be the road less traveled
Is only the one I never was on

The only difference –winter to spring/summer to fall
Is the brown paper package-‐the wrappings

A taxi meter runs on the yellow brick road
we all pay a fare

A rainy October day mimics March
Weeping clouds erase a chalkboard as tissues wipe away tears

Tips of trees naked against the sky
Colors run down beneath my feet

I crumple remains/fertilize the ground
In spring my feet press hard

Death fights all resistance
Plymouth Rock may be tiny now

From afar it was freedom

I link this to dversepoets.com for Thursday open link night and Linda Kruschke Paint Chip Poetry.
William Wordsworth wrote a poem entitled, “Written in March”.

The Challenge
And so the challenge today is to write a poem about something written in March, or written during a march I suppose, and using at least 5 of the following words and phrases: the road less traveled, Plymouth Rock, tissue, taxi, chalkboard, brown-paper package, and yellow brick road.

To write this, I read one of the last poems I wrote this March, 2020. This materialized.

Before an April Morning
The day before
I wonder as I wait
For March to end
And April to begin
I saw the robin long before the snow melted
A sign of hope that spring will come
No matter what direction it takes

About Mary (tqhousecat)

I am a wife and a mother of two grown children. I love Jesus and sharing my faith through written words. I currently have a poetry blog and also write on medium.com. My main focus is hope in Christ. I only wish that whoever reads this will be blessed, inspired and occasionally amused.
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5 Responses to A Piece of Time

  1. Interesting but I especially like the first two lines and we are on some less travelled roads at the moment.

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  2. Yes we are. Thank you for reading.


  3. A contemplative poem, Mary. Well done!


  4. Grace says:

    I like your ending line: From afar it was freedom. That was such a challenging time.


  5. I can understand the search for freedom… since then there has been a long and tumultuous journey


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