There is No In Between
I say, “What if?”
You say, “Oh, that’s just girl’s stuff.”
All that “wishy hopie”
There is no what if
All the letters are written in stone
Forever as they are
Never to be changed
You are innocent
Or you are guilty
You are free
Or you are chained
There is no in between
No almost
No what if
Will the pardon be issued
Or is there no escape
The story written long ago
Right down to the last
Comma
Closed with a period
Your life destined
Before you were born
There is no what if
No almost
No in between
August 19, 2018
14 comments:
Interesting poem. There is a sense of tension amidst a sort of softness. It makes you wonder if there truly is a choice. Once a moment is passed, I suppose it could be seen as having to had occur the way it did. Enjoyed reading.
Great questions you raise here Annell...really sets the mind alive
Oh, sigh, the naysayers. Do you remember, from South Pacific: "You got to have a dream, if you don't have a dream, how you gonna have a dream come true?" Girl stuff? Kid stuff? Bring it! Mighty fine poem!
"There is no what if
No almost
No in between"....This is True. And yes, all the letters are written in stone.
By the way I love this new change in your blog.
Love, who doesn't feel this way at least once in awhile.
I vote for the "wishie hopie". LOL. I love the free or chained, no in between. So true.
Humans don't normally accept this premise, breaking down barriers, always considering other possibilities. Now we have become a very dangerous animal capable of destroying the whole Earth regardless of the consequences.
For some things, in between just doesn't cut it. You can't be just a bit enslaved. But for so many other things, absolutes would just not work... So, I guess, some in betweeness is needed.
I get this poem - I know someone who doesn't have time for 'what ifs?' and the final stanza fits them perfectly:
'Your life destined
Before you were born
There is no what if
No almost
No in between'.
I can relate to the feeling .. the dismissing of what ifs.. sometimes life is so difficult to people that they don't have time for dreams anymore.. 😥
Perhaps life is too busy for dreams, maybe dreams are for holidays? A season by the sea, time to dream, to wonder, to be.
Kim There is always more than one way to look at things...I do not say my poem is true...for I know I fall into the "hopie wishie" stuff more than I would like. I guess it is something I just cannot give up. But I do know wishes don't always come true, nor things we hope for. Thank for your comments.
If What If is girlie stuff – then I’m glad I’m a girlie.
What If’s can be regrets, a desire to change the past and to make amends, but it is so much more than that.
What If is imagination possibly leading to invention, an invitation to adventure, or a precursor of change (hopefully for the better) and so much more.
I don’t believe in fate, that our life is mapped out before we are even born – but I guess sometimes this 'mapped out' might appear so to some. Destiny – if we want hard enough I reckon we can achieve our goals – so is destiny something we write ourselves…
But what if…
Anna :o]
Intriguing poem - not in me to be a fatalist, so leaning heavily towards the wishie hopie side of things. Makes for good pondering though.
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