I.
The sky is a glass
Of mourning blackbirds
I stand rooted, a weeping willow
At the crossroad
II.
A sign
Falls flat on grass
Knocked down by errant wind-
This ceased to be a cross-
road
III.
Two sisters stood at the crossroad
One chose the sun, west of the forest
The other chose the moon, east of the river
When they met again after a year,
Their faces were maps
Their hands were cups
Hued of their journeys
IV.
At midnight
Your reckless heart rips away
The bandages
And follow the unmarked road
V.
From the distance
A crossroad
Strikes a shiver of excitement
Like choosing an ice cream flavor & toppings-
VI.
He walks with me
And the crossroad turns into
A boat ride in the canal
VII.
At the crossroad
I felt every pebble, gravel & slab
beneath my feet
VIII.
Death arrived
At this crossroad
Early Sunday morning
IX.
When she gave an ultimatum -
The crossroad
Became a street marked with dynamites
X.
Your face is
A book
Stamped with crossroads
I have yet to figure out
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Poetics - Fated, hosted by Merril Smith. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST.
