Wednesday, December 7, 2016

Poem by Koon Woon

To Begin where the Road Ends

Does this road end
where wind is desolate breath?

Is this where the water begins
bounded by tidal crash?

Is this soggy man’s laugh
any match for death?

Death un-clocked
but ebbing past.                                                                

I  say:
as I walk to end of day,
my energy ebbs
when this road diverges,
I choose the “less-traveled path.”

And when you too have traveled its length,
We shall dance upon the virgin grass!



(poem using 5 arbitrary chosen words, underlined)

Koon Woon
December 6, 2016

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