A Weathered Face Can Only Take You So Far

[The Rider]

I was never one
For the desires of the wind,
Choosing instead to tack,
To jibe,
Into the nearest breeze.

Times change, I know that now.
But zephyrs still blow,
And I still move,

Yet I don't know where to go.

I was never one
To choose the cart-path over trail,
Choosing instead the dark,
The light,
Dappled in mystery.

Times still change, that is certain.
But leaves still blow,
And I still move,

And I still don't know where to go.

[IndigoStorm]

I was never one
For the desires of the wind,
Choosing instead to tack,
To jibe,
Into the nearest breeze.

Times change, I know that now.
But zephyrs still blow,
And I still move,

Yet I don't know where to go.

I was never one
To choose the cart-path over trail,
Choosing instead the dark,
The light,
Dappled in mystery.

Times still change, that is certain.
But leaves still blow,
And I still move,

And I still don't know where to go.

Excellent ... Your writing reveals an individualist ... someone who, although aware that the tried and trusted path is probably the best ... still chooses to go their own way, even if the destination is unknown.

[Moshu]

Gorgeous choice of words and colour... very deep! I really like it!

[firefangled]

Wow, what a wonderrful trio of poems to read all at once. Sophia, AuntShecky, and now this piece, as if you all are responding to a theme of how to weather the storm. I like the way you summed this up with the leaves metaphor. Good poem.

[The Rider]

Thanks very much for the reviews!