These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Finding the Narrow Way

Two scripts upon this Terran life stage.
I cannot choose to act both and live.
The popular one was "just all the rage,"
but back to the right the one smells of sage.
To its wordy softness my heart I can give.

What is the attraction of the one?
Why do the many flock to its words?
Is it the source of lasting great fun?
Is it a place for friends in the sun?
Does it help feelings to fly with the birds?

How thick the woods. It's hardest to find.
The wordy, softer script of the page,
it's light unto the ones, who are blind
It's food for those, who crave the word, "kind."
It's solace made to heart-fears assuage.

Alone I walk in the thicket of trees.
I read out loud the script of The Way.
The weight of this life, it finally frees.
Eternally blest by the greatest of these,
so honored at last in The Maker's Best Day.

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This poem is an imitation of the style of Robert Frost's "The Road Not Taken."
ABAAB is the rhyme scheme.
Tetrameter (4) is the length of each line.
The rhythms are a mixture of iambic and anapestic feet.

by Jay O’Toole
on October 31st, 2023