A Worn Path

Another poem inspired by my Lit in Society class. Written this afternoon, based on some images that flashed through my mind while analyzing A Worn Path by Eudora Welty.

I walk a worn path.
I talk to trees along the way
And sing with birds that aren't there.
Branches tangle on clothes I wear.

Green leaves and bright sun
Shadows dance across the ground
Pebbles knock against my heavy, thick boots
Squirrels fight 'round and away they shoot

All I can hear is my same old voice
And life right now is not about choice
{Life is more}

Sticks and dirt can't do much for themselves,
But you can build a house
Or kill an enemy

Cares have left with future and noise.
Invisible birds still hold their poise.

Walk Through the Woods

Inspired by, written during, and titled in a discussion in English class today, a poem using a walk through the woods as a metaphor for life.


like coming upon a river
following to the sea,
the bank is wide
from many waves
crashing rocks into the side.

the end is not in sight,
"but it must go somewhere,"
you say,
"the water disappears somewhere
at the darkening of the day."

a cliff-top path
lurks to the right
a better path?
surely not,
it has nowhere to go

climbing by roots and rocks alike
you're injured on the way.
once the top you've reached,
you stand and see a car
on a road that's smoothly paved.