These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Stopping by History to Ask Directions

On summer nights the dark seeks me,
now past the longish day I see.
This silent steed of Time unknown
thus queries Hope, I hope to free.

My thoughts upon this summer's night
all deeply contemplate the sight
of days of yore upon the floor,
as days we live appear in plight.

The hackles of my justice grieved
bespeak the words, "I've been deceived."
I'm just one man among the masses
for whom Thy Truth's not soon perceived.

The summer's night, to dark devoted
is filled with each concern I've noted.
The merry Book of God still quoted.
The merry Book of God still quoted.

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Merry, prithee, dear reader. Honor the master poet, Robert Frost, from whose pattern my latest poem has taken its shape. In the style of "Stopping by the Woods on a Snowy Evening" I have followed rhyme scheme and rhythms more or less strictly with the exception of the third line of the third quatrain and the entire fourth quatrain in which I have made a variation to end those lines with female rhythms, rather than the male rhythms he used exclusively.

Think thee of my poem as the slightest variation #1 on his exquisite theme. The link, that follows will take thee to his original poem. If thou wouldst take the time to read both poems in tandem, then I thank thee greatly. Gain thee enjoyment from the reading of the day.

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/42891/stopping-by-woods-on-a-snowy-evenin...

by Jay O’Toole
on August 30th, 2021