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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21 November 2013

Always and Never

Always and Never
are sister and brother.
You can't have one
without the other.

If you always drink coffee,
you never drink tea.
If you're never imprisoned
you'll always be free.

If you always worked
you'd never get to play.
If you never went home
you'd always be away.

But to do something never
can't always be good.
And to do something always —
I'm sure I never could. 

I often like sometimes;
I sometimes like often.
Always and never
are too hard. Let's soften!

But if you leave one,
you must leave both together.
They travel in tandem,
always and never.

Should I bid them goodbye
forever and ever?
No! I often like always
and sometimes like never.

So though I won't always
say always, that's true,
I don't think I'll never 
say never, do you?

Poetic Asides November Poem A Day Chapbook Challenge: day 20, ‘Always …’


  1. I think if you've never been imprisoned you can actually never be free. Just saying.

    1. Hmm, interesting thought! I was being very literal.