would wyeth

Don’t normally partake in poetry, don’t know much about how poetry is “supposed” to work, but these thoughts came out this-a-way, so enjoy..!




must be the strangest word in the English language

meaning nothing.

nothing that ever actually happens

something that could have

but did not.

would is regrets.

would is a dream.

would is not there

even when we wish for it.

not the kind of wood

you knock on

or build with

or chop and burn.

but the thing you wanted to happen

but was was built up

and chopped down

and burned.

I would have

but I didn’t.

I would

if only.

what would you do

if your woulds




2 Responses to “would”

  1. Melee March 14, 2013 at 9:40 pm #

    Poetry works however you want it to! And it is working excellently for you, I must say. Hehe. This was a beautiful poem. And you used one of my favourite paintings, which is also a plus! :)

  2. Natasha Metzler March 11, 2013 at 9:25 pm #

    It’s great, Everly!

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