Sometimes presumed errors or perceived wrong decisions surprisingly work to our advantage. We cover our tracks by proclaiming, ”I meant to do that!”
But was it something you were meant to do? What was it that you were meant to do, or would have liked to have done?
Turn your self-search into a poem and let us know where it might have taken you.
TOO LATE (a waltmarie) I ignored your advances. I made you beg my pardon, while you strained to gain my affection … but I couldn’t encourage candor. No, not when you meant to lead me to altars and vows, and expected to hear me say I do, while my panic clearly cried I don’t love you. © Marie Elena Good, 2022 Inner poem reads: pardon, but I meant to say I love you (Disclaimer: While most of my poems are based on my life and thoughts, this one is completely fabricated. 😉 )
THE POEM I MEANT TO WRITE The poem I meant to write lived in my soul since I knew I was meant to write a poem or two. Or nine hundred. The one blunder of my existence was my resistance to refrain from writing rhyme. So now poetry flows through me, it knew me long before I was born. For from that morn on, this gift has lifted my heart, in part to touch other souls with no control over this muse of mine. I refuse to rest until that one best poem is written. The one that has me smitten. The poem I meant to write. THE one. © Walter J Wojtanik - 2022