Take Not That Road
Poem for Day 062 – 201411224
Take not that road,
the one that leads to ruin.
Take not that road,
the one that leads to death.
So says the seer,
viewer of the future.
The time to come
is clearly in their sights.
I left the house,
a destination in my mind.
The seer was my spouse,
she worried fates most unkind.
The night was fluid,
two destinations I had in mind.
Both photography included,
But first to the art show divine.
Fire, fashion, and more:
fantastic music and acts galore.
I shot the Cirkus,
and snapped the fashion show.
Contra called me,
dance was beating in my blood.
The trip was never made.
To more pictures I was swayed.
Wasted Wine played on.
Discordia flashed steel and fire.
To these sights I was drawn.
My camera captured shots admired.
The Cirkus on again!
Partner acro, bed of nails,
to swallow and walk glass prevailed.
All done, too late to dance!
I headed home straight away.
The road led to my safety.
I took not the other road,
the one that lead to dance.
The story had a twist.
The unease had come to lift
at a time appointed
I could no longer dance.
Beware my friend!
Listen to the warnings in your life.
You may be cautioned,
perhaps by your lovely wife!
Take not that road
that one that leads to ruin.
Listen to the seer,
come back to the one endeared.
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