Where Is It Pointing?

Written for:  Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – “The Cross-roads” (Micro Poetry)
The object of this challenge is to write a poem in no more than 10 lines (but you may write in fewer than 10 lines all the way down to a single American sentence). Choose your own form or write in free verse, if preferred.

A path points to itself,
starts you wondering
if you should follow it.

Every road has trees to meander
around, flowers to smell, 
wildlife, and discoveries

to be made. No time
for regrets if you do not
follow one road – or if you do.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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10 Responses to Where Is It Pointing?

  1. Your last stanza is loaded with wisdom. I’ve always thought that regrets are thieves. If we lived it, we might as well embrace it. Regardless of what the “it” might be. If it was good, we should use the memory to fuel better things. If it was bad, we must learn from it… and then move on.

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  2. Yes, regrets are grave robbers who try to bury you while you still breathe. What wasn’t done can’t be turned into accomplished. But it can help nourish the dreams budding with each new sunrise.


  3. Sanaa Rizvi says:

    Love the wisdom and tact in your poem especially; “No time for regrets if you do not follow one road – or if you do.” Beautifully executed.❤️

    Lots of love,


  4. I love the second verse…. each path has its pros and cons so no regret needed.


  5. Kerry O'Connor says:

    A path points to itself.. I like that line!


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