50 Word Thursday #36 – How many Roads?


He travelled alone, his pack on his back,

stumbling along the dusty old track,

though he’d naught to his name,

he felt glad, all the same,

for he had some things he’d sure hate to lose,

A tune in his head and a good pair of shoes.

Promises of youth had turned traitor and fled,

Replaced by the certainty of another road to tread.

He built his fires in a thousand places

and remembered the love on a good many faces,

and slept on the banks of rivers.

wrapped in a coat to hold back his shivers,

 The grass grew over his tracks,

time took its toll leaving no time to relax,

 but he knew where they were when he came again

his memories sharp, with feelings of pain,

And though he’d travelled,  long and far,

he stopped by the roadside and took out his guitar.

And strummed, his voice clear, his face gave a frown,

and sang, “How many roads must a man walk down?”

His tenor tones rang out as he grimaced and grinned,

but found no answer at all blowing in the wind.

How many roads to forget what he saw?

How many roads?

Always one more.

[200 Words]

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 10th September 2019


This poem was written for the 50 Word Thursday Challenge which ends Wednesday afternoon, so you still have time to take part if you want to. Click on the link below:



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A list of regrets – A poem


This poem was written for The Haunted Wordsmith’s Genre Challenge,


Today’s challenge was to write a list poem.

I have also included the following word prompts:




FOWC with Fandango — Extra


A List of Regrets

I picked up the book you kept by your bed

I turned to the page, the last that you’d read,

I saw that you’d written a word on that page

I wish I’d not let the sun set on our rage.

The word that you’d written, next to the crease,

Was something you longed for, the simple word ‘Peace’.

Now I gather together the last of your things,

The book by the bed, your watch and some rings.

I realise with regret and remorse, I delayed,

Signing the treaty of peace that you’d made.

I wish I could call extra time on the past

And renew the love between us we thought that would last.

Now I sit here and list all the things in my head

Things that I’ll remember now that you’re dead.


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 24/April/2019

Twittering Tales – Least Said, Soonest Mended.

Photo by Marc Schäfer at Unsplash.com


Looking at the leather-bound book labelled “Things I wanted to say” what came to my mind was, this person must have been very forthright.

The list of things I never said would stretch to three volumes.

So many things left unsaid. On the upside, least said soonest mended.


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This was written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales Challenge, click on the link below:

Twittering Tales #130 – 2 April 2019


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A Picture by the Sea – A poem for Kreative Kue 210


This poem was written for the Kreative Kue challenge, see the link below:


I think that it is such a great picture, evocative and poignant. I hope my poem does this picture justice.


I took a picture of you,

Standing in the sea,

the water lapping at your feet,

as you smiled up at me.

Those days were simply perfect,

Though we didn’t know it then,

That life, as often happens,

Would change and change again.

Not long after the picture was taken,

I said farewell to you,

I watched you sail from my life

I cried for a week or two.

That seems a lifetime ago,

In many ways it was,

Our lives have drifted far apart,

And I’m to blame, because,

I left those words unspoken,

I didn’t tell you how I felt,

And that’s why our lives were broken

By the bitter hand, fate dealt.

Each and every day I wander,

By the water’s edge, I lurk,

Gazing at the sea that took you

Into the darkness and the murk.

It’s here I took a picture of you,

Standing in that sea,

How I wish that here and now,

You were smiling next to me.


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 14/March/2019

This weeks challenge from the Go Dog Go Cafe was to write something that involved Water. Well, I think this poem does that. If you wish to take part in the Tuesday Writing Prompt from the Go Dog Go Cafe click on the link below:

Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge March 12, 2019

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Life’s Restless River – A thoughtful poem.


Sometimes Life is rather like
Clutching a splinter of wood
To stop yourself drowning
In a river of your own
The Iron shoes of regrets
Pulling you down,
While you remain ever hopeful
Your meagre splinter,
Will carry you onwards,
To your dreams.

The journey is instrumental
To appreciate the final destination.

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 12/January/2019



FOWC with Fandango — Instrumental