The Winter of 1998 was the first time in over two decades that I found myself immobilized by heavy snow of Michigan. For three very long days. One result of that enforced isolation was a poem called Winter's Threads.
Not being one to repeat past mistakes (I much prefer the excitement of making new ones), I packed my motor home the day after Christmas, 1999, with the intention of spending winter in California. I made it only as far as Louisiana, where I stopped to visit family (and instead became involved with family). Nonetheless, I stayed warm, renewed some familial bonds, and learned I'm really not very well suited to the travelling life.
Eight weeks later, with warm weather breaking in Michigan, I again headed North. While on the road, with little else to occupy my mind, I penned this sequel to Winter's Threads. And like its precursor, the poem is less about Winter and more about the choices we make in life.
(With apologies to Robert Frost, who also wrote of choices, in a very similar format - and did it much, much better.)
I cannot speak for all who stem
'Long roads less traveled as their way,
Nor question choices made by them
In days long past or nights long dim
by words they spoke and did not say.
Each road is long, though short it seems,
And credence gives each road a name
Of fantasies sun-drenched in beams
Or choices turned to darkened dreams,
To where each road wends just the same.
From North to South, then back again,
I followed birds like all the rest
Escaping nature's snowy den
On roads I've seen and places been,
Forsaking roads that traveled West.
This journey grows now to its end,
As road reflections lined in chrome
Give way to roads with greater bend
And empty signs that still pretend
They point the way to home sweet home.
But all roads lead to where we go
And where we go is where we've been,
So home is just a word we know,
That space in time most apropos
For where we want to be again.
For even home, it seems to me,
Is still a choice we all must face
From day to day and endlessly,
To choose if home is going to be
Another road - or just a place.
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I've been lost half my life, (I'm still very young, little below 18 yrs) and so much has happened that i never knew where the whole "home" thing was. I Sit at my comp every now and then and I never get the feeling that I can ever connect with the internet in a more sentimental way. this poem has connected me to my "home". "Where we go is where we've been" is my favourite line because it makes me feel like these paths we take in life don't have to be the wrong paths necesserily, because we may have been there already. Thank you Ron.
Alexander
Its ok but it shoulda ben a little longer. BUt not to the point where drug out. Overall a great poem.
chris
it reminds me of the strugle so many people have in life not knowing where they are going, but feel they should be going somewhere,if they stand back and look some realise they were already there
Chanel
I really love this poem. It think that you'll really love the Desiderata written by Max Ehrmann, check it out sometime.
fran
This beautiful poem reminds me of one of my friends and her husband who chase the sunshine in a mobile home and then they find the road home again
natalie
thts a boss poem dnt ya reken is ya think its crap omg its boss ago 13
Tea
AWESOME. KEEP UP THE GOOD. [GOOD NAHH. GREAT WORK!
Adam
Very cool, very true
adnan
i dont have words to explain but its touch my heart feeling , tht great
Lorraine
I really LOVED this poem. WELL DONE!
Daniel
Good poem, I like the rhetorical feeling towards the end, and how the story is neatly brought to a close.
CHRIS
VERY VERY TOUCHING
trisha
very though provoking. exceptionally written. thank you.
De Shawn
From poet to poet, Keep the drum beating an endless melody, Keep filling those hollow trees, Keep the sky a blistful blue gleamming through the trees, Keep creating an art of beauty, please.
Matt b.
I liked the poem. it was pretty cool Anyway the poem rocked!
Ginny
Ron it's a great poem! Thanks for puting it on the internet. Please write more poems about that kind of stuff. You're a excellent writer.
N
GREAT! And sooooo true
Cheryl
Ron You have chosen my favorite rhyme scheme, the five line verse. I feel it takes a bit more talent to rhyme 5 lines. Your subject,after reading your opening statements was well understood. I don't know if I would have understood the intent of "Winter" unless you had explained. But none the less, I felt you laid your heart on the page and I would like to thank you for allowing me to see it.
Jen
Ron, your poem was beautifully written. It really makes people think about how the road they take or want to take is the one that will determine their future. I think with each different road we travel, each one becomes a separate stepping stone, that eventually leads to our ultimate destiny. Your poem was wonderful, and you have an amazing gift. God bless you.
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