POEM
by Cathy D. Guillermo
The choice is made,
the journey long;
a new road waits
for me alone.
The book is closed,
another opens…
Hand of Fate
scribbles first words
on an empty page
Again, I am born,
never torn, never worn….
first robust cries
fill in the blanks—
new leaves sprout
from the first page of Spring.
A step,
a thought,
a word
to start anew.
What lies ahead?
I wish I knew.
It matters not where I choose to go…
Step by step,
thought by thought,
word for word,
this time I’d take it slow
and go with the flow,
carried as far as
where the winds may blow.
Where will I end
if I follow the bend?
Will I find a yes in the west
or a friend or a foe?
Will I feel at ease
or will life just cease
if I go east?
Shall I go forth to the north
or come out in the south?
Will I be dead in the end
if I reach a dead end?
What thousand deaths
we all have to die
when we bid goodbye
to live each moment
with new wings to fly.
About the poet:
Cathy D. Guillermo. Longtime copy-based Creative Director. Looks at wordplay as foreplay and wouldn’t want to be caught with her puns down. A closet photographer who loves cooking and designing her own furniture.
