Far down in the tunnel I see a light
is it a train or the tunnels end.
Should I hide or run to that light?
What if I do not chose right?
Down the steep mountain side,
it's fast curves run left and right.
Should I keep you close by my side?
What if I never take that ride?
I see the waves breaking over land,
standing beside my tiny boat.
Should I try to sail from this land?
What if I just leave it in the sand?
You're like water rushing over a river stone
singing a song just for my ears.
Should I add just one more stone?
What if I pass, can I bear to be alone?
Copyright ©2001 Ellis William Moore
9 comments:
Life...all about the choices we make and the chances we take...
I made an ecthing of a tunnel once- ('91) hanging on the wall here- back view of a person holding an oil lantern toward the dark hole, where at the end a person's lightly glowing outline is barely seen- the Titile "Who's waiting for us at the end of the tunnel?"
You immediately had me looking at it again!
Are risks worth it? At your final stanza, it appears so!
Good poem! I like it- Poses challenges
etching!
My fingers are dyslexic today...
Should I hide or run to the light - beautiful words about choices.
I really like this one. Story of my life. I have "buyer's remorse" when I think of all the other ways I could have traveled.
Ah, the Y in the road. What to do? What not?
Something so sad in this, especially the last verse for me. Dreams that come and go.
Light in a tunnel, waves that lap.
Careening roads, near Montara perhaps.
Love always waiting and standing by.
To run or to hide or to spread wings and fly.
xo
Heart wrenching choices. That life, eh. Never easy and often not clear. Well done! Thanks, Ellis.
1 p.m. here. Will be back tomorrow to catch up on the story.
Happy Halloween...or, at least, I hope you passed the day pleasantly. Over now. :-)
Talon:
So true, and one of my first few tries at being a poet.
October 29, 2010 12:19 AM
Snaggle:
I wrote this from a etching of a man in a light with a pick and I was thinking. Is he going deeper or coming out. And so the poem was born.
October 29, 2010 9:18 AM
Lynn:
Thanks glad you liked it
October 29, 2010 9:48 PM
Vodka:
Yes hind sight is always better. Thanks again for dropping by.
ElizabethR:
A friend once said; always go left because we tent to go right you should stay straight. I always thought he was smart until he got lost one day and we never saw him again.
October 30, 2010 9:09 PM
Jannie:
Yes which way is which can be sad.
October 31, 2010 11:53 PM
Jamie:
Thanks it was an oldie. 06:09 right now here. Then I work nights so it is always dark when I’m working.
Have a safe weekehd.
November 1, 2010 6:10 AM
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