Yes, I found it, just the road I needed,
Less the doubts and questions,
Inside woods I know I knew. Now, that done,
The snow begins in small flakes
One each one each
One at a time they fall to their place
On the leaves that too
One each one each
One at a time fell to their place. Here.
Here, where stillness can only be unstilled
By a breeze that misses the leaves felled
And deer that escape too soon for season.
I am here, too, still as snow on a leaf,
My heart a tiny rhythm for the voice
That trembles through bare branches.
Hear… what matters… here… what matters
One each one each
One at a time fell still in their place.
This has been one of the most well received poem since my return to blogging at fullbeardlit.org. Read more about the poem here:
The Road Taken, revision and analysis
S Francis began writing poetry as a teenager in New Hampshire and kept at it throughout a 27 year career in the Navy. During that time he found homes for poems in Scholastic, Powhatan Review, Skipping Stones, Portfolio, and the Virginia Pilot as well as having a collaborative poem shared in Christine Ray’s brilliant Myths of Girlhood. For a year he actively blogged as Sailor Poet and co-founded the Go Dog Go Cafe. Following his retirement from active duty, he has begin pursuing a writing career in earnest and has resumed blogging at fullbeardlit.org as well as at the Go Dog Go Cafe.
(C) 2019, S Francis Fuller
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This is absolutely beautiful and brilliant. This resonated with me deeply.
Really love these few lines as well:
“Here, where stillness can only be unstilled
By a breeze that misses the leaves felled
And deer that escape too soon for season.
I am here, too, still as snow on a leaf,
My heart a tiny rhythm for the voice…”
Sublime detail. An amazing piece!
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Thank you so much. I spent a good deal of time on this poem and am very happy that it resonates with you, Lucy.
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This is so beautiful
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Thank you so much. 🙏🙏🙏
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This piece flows beautifully. A lyrical masterpiece, S Francis.
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Thank you so much Eugenia. 🙏🙏🙏
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You’re most welcome, S Francis.
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I am captivated by this piece. Wow. So well written.
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Thank you so very much Ian. 🤓🤓🤓
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A wondrous flow, twisted around intriguing thoughts and questions, as your finale had me hovering from here to there…..
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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What a fascinatingly beautiful and twisty poem! I loved it!!
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🙏🙏🙏
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Love me a quiet walk in the woods…thanks for taking me there again this morning.
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You are very welcome!
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