A Play On Word Roots

Poem By Paul Brookes

rude riddled routes, bumpy blind allys
deep dirt tracks, dusty dark paths.
leafy arched roads untaken or taken.

some dead ends stonewalled endings,
others lead to who knows where, that's the adventure,
to slip down spiral staircases that only the brave will follow.

the yellow brick road starts where it finishes
Ariadne threads issues from dark tunnels
that emerge in to sunlit uplands
or maybe to Hades in a float of souls.

wispy and ineffectual no cum sum laude.
so follow and see where they go
the only thing to regret is never to have travelled.

make new roads untrodden and see where they lead,
sometimes a blind alleys what we need.

Comments about A Play On Word Roots

(cont.) 3 - " Summa laude is an honorary title.." ANOTHER one i never got! : ( bri :) almost to MyPoemList. i liked this
2 - " make new roads untrodded** and see where they lead." this is for the adventurous, which i ain't, but I've 'been around'. now, moreso than ever, i'm a stay-at-home guy. ** it seems " untrod" and " untrodden" are words i find using Google, but not " untrodded" . i think the poet has perhaps used his 'poetic license' to create a new....and perhaps 'better' word! ! (cont.)
1 - " Ariadne's thread (logic) - Wikipedia en.wikipedia.org › wiki › Ariadne's_thread_(logic) Ariadne's thread, named for the legend of Ariadne, is solving a problem by multiple means—such as a physical maze, a logic puzzle, or an ethical dilemma—through an exhaustive application of logic to all available routes." I'm confused! (cont.)


Rating Card

5 out of 5
0 total ratings

Other poems of BROOKES

Times A Wasting

The future ain't what it used to be',
well the days get longer but the years shorter.
the cliched light at the end of the tunnel gets nearer;

Enough

I learned a lesson early,
don't be seen.
wrap up tight into a hedgehog ball
spikes, spikes, spikes.

Ludicrous Is Love

thin arc of bowed buttermilk moon shines like a sliver of cheese.

scudding silver sails of cloud elude capture
as the stars look down miffed and mysterious,

Homage To The Romantics

life graphs of ups and downs a chains of reason to capture man
to lose his very innocence
made mental madnesswith a circle of woven ice,
to freeze the fevered brain.

The Sacrifice

they burned books in the square
words winging heaven wards,
angels tears dried in the heat
scalding in the rage from below.

Musical Drips

rains incessant
all morning falls
skies fifty shades of grey
the gutters overflow, a Niagara