The prompt for day 27 was to write a “duplex” poem, similar to a sonnet in that there are 14 lines (but not in any other way that I could see). I was excited to try this form and happy to have been able to write one, whether or not it is even good. 🙂 Also linked to MVB: Voice and FOWC: Forgo.
There are too many possibilities, and none.
What if parallel universes existed?
In which universe would our lives intersect again?
Is there a way I could have stayed happy?
I’m happy about this poetic voice, even if
It means there was much else I needed to forgo.
What is meaning, and what is need? Is it
Only what we dream, or is it concrete?
I used to dream. Now emotional concrete greets
Every attempt at flying. Now all I can do is
Attempt to place cushions where I often hit
Bottom. This is one time in a succession of many,
Succession of twenty, maybe thirty years if I’m (un)lucky —
There are too many possibilities, and none.
