The Walk

I took a walk with Beauty today
Down Paths 3 and 2 and 1.
Each path snowflake unique,
And similarly slowly being undone

Path Three was a winding road
of scared and wavering indecision;
Given to brief bursts of clarity
under sun-struck floral visions.

And it was fading. Forever fading...

Path Two was a rocky Azure Shore
next to roaring waves of doubt.
Hammering home the truth of "alone"
I struck toward a land-kissed route.

That path too was fading. Crying, and fading away.

Path One was strikingly held
in the grasp of sublunary attraction.
The road clear, It beckoned and called
for me to become a man of action.

This path stood fast against the pull-

It stood fast! Bastion of some hope,
some dream that refused to be deferred.
Last stand by some far flung fantasy fancy
created as the former paths converged.

Beauty and I took in the linking sites
as they swirled together, innately fleeting.
Transient companions, we parted soon after;
Only one party though, was leaving.

Welcome to the Coup de Grace!

Welcome to the Coup de Grace, A new poetry group consisting of 5 black writers in New Rochelle, New York.

Feel free to browse around and see what you can find. Soon to come, poems, events, and videos!