The Unexpected Difference

I took the one less traveled by,
    And that has made all the difference. -- Robert Frost


                              I wondered, as I wandered, if I
                            lost much, having squandered, took
                time to think of all the things I’d done - the
                       pathways that I’d chosen, save for one,
                    had left me cold and frozen, more or less,
                                     except the narrow gate I traveled
through. And since then, life’s less raveled, by and by.

                                    Reflecting why I chose it, and
               seeing how life goes, it makes me think that
         my steps were ordained. For when my hand has
                          played, effect has not a pittance made,
                                   but there within his sight, all
                 the while protected, the world is right, the
                                     glorious and unexpected difference.


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the 'Golden Shovel' - similar to a contest we had earlier, but a little different.
You take a line or phrase from a poem, and make each word the last word 
in a line from a new poem, keeping the words in order. 

https://www.writersdigest.com/write-better-poetry/golden-shovel-poetic-form
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Blown Avatar
October 14, 2022 at 10:05 AM
...nice write....age is.....sometimes like seeing clearly through a fog......stan sand
Kyser Avatar
October 14, 2022 at 10:55 AM
put one out there in your honor... 'the stans of time', lol
Hankins Avatar
October 14, 2022 at 9:01 AM
This form is fascinating to me, Jeff. You have illustrated it very well. Superb writing.
Kyser Avatar
October 14, 2022 at 9:03 AM
Thanks, yeah, not having end rhymes is weird - tried to make use of internal rhyme where I could. I need to get outside and play now - It is nice here!
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