Mormon Prom: Dresses

So, which one? Things to consider: -I can't wear heels. -My dress was brown last year.

Untitled Poem

I take a walk in the woods,
from time to time,
following a path I choose.
Most often there was only one
who wound its way around
quiet flowers and sweets smells.
This path was enjoyable,
and I loved nothing more than to walk down that way.

Time passed and the flowers wilted,
petals falling crisp on the ground.
I did not walk the route as often,
though those flowers could I not forget.

One day, I stumbled upon a fork
I had never before seen.
I saw my frozen flower trail,
dead and lifeless on one side.
On the other side,
a sign of caution,
old and worn.
The trail forbidden climbed a small hill,
and the challenge only beckoned me.
I took this trail and clumbed the small hill,
and found a small creek.
The creek called me to follow,
so I did.
I turned a corner and found the falls of excited water
I'd never once seen.
I stayed there,
listening and permitting the dream.

Time passed on.
I took this route more often than the first,
ignoring the warning each time.
But one day,
at the fork,
I caught a sniff of melodious flowers
and decided to check its worth.
Upon the way,
the flowers were blooming,
but I could hear the waterfall atop the hill.
I climbed the hill and found the falls,
sniffing the odorous herbs.

Now, as it seems,
both beckon to me;
my fondness for each unchanging and great.
But which to I choose and which to I loose?
The choice is mine as it seems.


But alas,
I ventured into the wood,
unsure as to which trail I would pick for the day.
Upon finding the fork,
there was a fence;
"Keep Out; Private Property On Lease Indefinitely"
it read on the already forbidden fork.

Yet a tree by nature's garden had its own sign posted;
"To Be Purchased; Keep Out"
Yet there was no fence.

I mourned for the loss of my adventurous fork
and wept for the loss of my favorite garden.

But there was a ray of hope for both;
one still open,
the other only indefintely locked.







I'm not much a poet; I just randomly had an outburst of amazing in SSR during third period yesturday. Emotional pulls at a high, especially listening to one of the most amazing songs I've ever heard by a not-famous-yet artist. "Hold On" by David Pramik. (www.myspace.com/davidpramik) So good.