After Robert Frost
Just where I am, I do not know.
My mind is full of storm clouds though;
I wish I did not fall asleep
and let the twilight nightmares flow.
Over craggy cliffs I leap,
hoping I’ll my footing keep
as I am running through this race
against the monsters large and steep.
But I must overtake this space
and put those monsters in their place.
A lucid plan I now do make.
A slow grin spreads across my face.
A voice might whisper, “This is fake,”
but I have dreamy worlds to break,
and hours to go before I wake,
and hours to go before I wake.
Photo by Jeremy Bishop from Pexels
This poem takes its form from “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” by Robert Frost, which is now in the public domain.
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Loved this!
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Oh this is marvelous, Joy, and a joy to read, especially knowing that Uncle Bobby would be deeply honored by how masterfully you have used one of his best-known works as inspiration. Thanks.
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Thank you, Ron.
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This is a pretty masterful piece, I like the reference to Robert Frost’s poem.
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Thank you!
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Still really good after rereading it. It actually reminded me of the movie Inception.
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It never crossed my mind, but now that you bring it up, I can see it.
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Yeah, I just recently watched, and when I reread the poem I was like, “Hey, that reminds me of Inception!” LOL
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