Dragonfly: Any of various large insects of the order Odonata or suborder Anisoptera, having a long slender body and two pairs of narrow, net-veined wings that are usually held outstretched while the insect is at rest. Also called regionally darner, darning needle, mosquito fly, mosquito hawk, needle, skeeter hawk.
Poetry: The art or work of a poet.
Prolixity: Excessive wordiness in speech or writing; longwindedness
Love the Frost poem, no matter how many times I read it, it still strikes my heart. Beautifully arranged flower petals, too, with such care, and the remembrance to take the road less traveled.
What a beautiful way to post, Marion. I love this poem very much.
I have discovered, for me lately, that it is better for me to not look at the path at all, but to just go. It is a great new wilderness I have entered. I turn when I sense danger, when someone cries, or when I see light on the horizon.
Such sweet posts. I thank you all and appreciate you so very much.
I can't get this poem out of my heart this time of year. I got married to my high school sweetheart at age 18 on September 30, 1972. So every September as the light changes, the date approaches and the seasons are in upheaval, I ask myself if I've taken the right road and I look back and say, YES! I know I couldn't have it any other way because I wouldn't have my children or grandchildren. It seems like fate, by now, you know. And who can argue with fate. Love & Blessings, all xoxo
Beautiful, Marion. How can we ever know if we've taken the right road? We must make the most of the choices we've made... and not waste precious time wondering "what if"... ♥ audrey
One may have a blazing hearth in one's soul and yet no one ever come to sit by it. Passers-by see only a wisp of smoke from the chimney and continue on the way. ~Vincent Van Gogh~ Pull up a chair...
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Speaking of The Road Not Taken.
ReplyDeleteA wonderful poem that has more and more wisdom and meaning, the older we get. I hope you're enjoying the Autumn of your life.
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Beautiful, Marion!
ReplyDeleteNow that the path has been chosen... stand by it...
ReplyDeleteLove the Frost poem, no matter how many times I read it, it still strikes my heart. Beautifully arranged flower petals, too, with such care, and the remembrance to take the road less traveled.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful post, Marion - wonderful combination of paper and petal.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful way to post, Marion. I love this poem very much.
ReplyDeleteI have discovered, for me lately, that it is better for me to not look at the path at all, but to just go. It is a great new wilderness I have entered. I turn when I sense danger, when someone cries, or when I see light on the horizon.
love to you too
xo
erin
Just a lovely post... and I love the new backdrop to your blog.
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Ah, Marion, I love this poem. It makes me quite emotional every time I read it.
ReplyDeleteJust the right time to post it, too! And I love the beautiful petal heart.
Such sweet posts. I thank you all and appreciate you so very much.
ReplyDeleteI can't get this poem out of my heart this time of year. I got married to my high school sweetheart at age 18 on September 30, 1972. So every September as the light changes, the date approaches and the seasons are in upheaval, I ask myself if I've taken the right road and I look back and say, YES! I know I couldn't have it any other way because I wouldn't have my children or grandchildren. It seems like fate, by now, you know. And who can argue with fate. Love & Blessings, all xoxo
Beautiful, Marion.
ReplyDeleteHow can we ever know if we've taken the right road? We must make the most of the choices we've made... and not waste precious time wondering "what if"...
♥ audrey
I had to memorize that poem in the seventh grade and can still recite it completely -- thirty-five years later!
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