Where Indeed

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From NaPoWriMo Day 2:

1. "And now, for today’s (optional) prompt. In the world of well-known poems, maybe there’s no gem quite so hoary as Robert Frost’s “The Road Not Taken.” Today, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem about your own road not taken – about a choice of yours that has “made all the difference,” and what might have happened had you made a different choice."

   
   

   I'm feeling very un-poetish tonight. One of those why-do-I-bother-it's-all-been-said-better moods. And then I read the Day 2 challenge and it does not help!

   
   

   I've written a few "road not taken" poems when I think of it. I just can't summon the energy to get into some of the big roads, the freeways, the superhighways I've managed to avoid. 

   
   

   So here's a tanka. What's a tanka? It's a form consisting of five lines, five syllables in the first and third, seven in the other three for a total of thirty-one. (Who thinks these things up?) It's supposed impart a complete picture of an event or mood.

   
   

   
   

   
   

   Where Indeed

   
   

   
   

   where would I be now

   
   

   if I'd listened to my prof

   
   

   first year, New Arts One,

    

   who said I should get into

   
   

   Creative Writing ASAP

   
   

   
   

   And because I like to add a photo to my posts I went digging in the photo mines and found one of me taken at a party in somebody's room in one of the residences that year which was 1969–70, University of B.C.

   
   

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