APRIL (30 Days of Poetry)

Day 29

Twenty-nine

Robert Frost

To Robert,
I took the road not taken
Been a couple of years now
It hasn't made all the difference, yet
I too got acquainted with the night
And I'm also unwilling to explain

Sadly I never got to meet the birch tree
So far the gold has stayed...away
And the apple has stayed a rose
You were right about the flood
A thriving ocean it has become

Like the rider
I have ideas I haven't tried
Neither fire nor ice has struck the match
In a sea of poets
You were my match
Surely you'll keep me burning

~Roxy Cyria