Two Poems Diverged

         Two Poems Diverged


         Two poems diverged on a word and I,

         I chose the one less troubled by. ▼

         A lighter poem for all to read,
         of beauty borne on nature’s steed,
         where snow-capped purple mountains rise,
         and lilting songbirds fill the skies.
         Bright rainbows in the firmament,
         with angel’s wings and wonderment.
         And dozing there beneath a tree,
         might be a happy fool like me.

         I chose the one more troubled by. ▼

         A darker poem, let all beware,
         filled with dread and bleak despair.
         A tortured nightmare black with fright,
         No hint of hope, no glint of light.
         Half glimpsed things that rustle ‘round
         on reeking paths through rotting ground.
         And lurking there behind a tree
         might be a grinning ghoul like me.

         Epilogue ▼

         Two poems diverged in different voice,
         more or less you made your choice.
         Each path led on to silly rhymes,
         with either choice a waste of time!

         Terrence G. Fisher. 2020