My response to this poetry prompt that was posted by 10 Notebooks.
“Write a poem from the voice of your alternate self — the version of you who made a different choice. Let this other self narrate the life you didn’t live: the one who stayed, who left, who said yes, who never looked back.”
"To the Other One"
Don't get me wrong.
Are we along?
I didn't choose you,
and it suppose to be fun.
I'm not king Kong.
I'm not ding dong.
I don't want to be number one
or someone who never was known.
Life isn't a ping pong.
It is the wheel that I spin.
So, let the steak be well done
and let us sing a new song.
You’re clearly listening to the music of language, which is a great instinct. Keep exploring!
A LAMENT FOR THE PATH NOT TAKEN
To never know the solemn silence of God
Waking while the world sleeps, to sing the Psalms
To never read scriptures, dreaming of Thy rod
To not know my brethren's comforting arms
I curse the path of my oblivion,
damn the need of my loins, robbing my call
Only knowing torments of perdition
and never know the Pleroma, The All
In the twilight of my life I've found
something akin to the path not taken
Each day revolves around silence profound
I wake while the world remains unshaken
While I lament for the path not taken
It seems God has not left me forsaken
I love the earnest tone and the solid focus of the poem. Thank you for sharing your work.
Alrighty then, time to write. Might join in discussion here afterwards.
How was the writing? A warm up or full throttle?
A warm up. I've another writing project and this was a nice refresher.
My response to this poetry prompt that was posted by 10 Notebooks.
“Write a poem from the voice of your alternate self — the version of you who made a different choice. Let this other self narrate the life you didn’t live: the one who stayed, who left, who said yes, who never looked back.”
I had many versions of me
to choose from
One, who might run through
the woods with me
Take care to
Speak my true self
Let others know all
And they respond in kind.
So yes, here I am
This self
surrounded by
The right answers
The right people
The belief that I am safe
And loved
For all that I am
And not.
Free to roam life
Learn, explore
Feel joy
Because there is no fear
Only options
decisions of my world
Crafted from sureness
Of home, family, togetherness
Able to go anywhere
Be the one I could be
Who spoke up
And used words
To make a difference.
Poetry is such a journey — thanks for taking a step and for sharing. Sharing is courageous.