Prompt: Write a poem called "All I want is (blank)"
and fill in the blank.
This is my fifth attempt
to write this poem
and they are all different.
I don’t merely fiddle
with variations on a theme,
I start whole new stories.
Some of them are even true
as far as they go
but they don’t go deep.
There are the little things I want
(you know – beauty, money,
and poetry to rival Shakespeare)
and then there are the great
like saving the planet
and still that’s not deep enough.
I have never been able to tell
even the closest people
what lies in my deepest heart.
All I want I cannot say
and no-one could give it anyway
except God who knows untold.
I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')
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metapoems have to do some times. Nice kicker stanza.
ReplyDeleteParticularly when churning 'em out daily! :)
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