November Poem-a-Day: Day 30

For today’s prompt, write an inevitable poem. The poem that always had to be, or a poem about something that was inevitable. Maybe two people getting together was inevitable, or maybe two people splitting up was inevitable. But there are so many things that seem inevitable with hindsight.


In that way we have of knowing

In that way we have of knowing
I mean in our hindsight of course
That we knew the winds were blowing
And saw the red flags at their source

In that way I saw this coming
Events were planned out in advance
We were soldiers heeding drumming
Marionettes pulled into a dance

Denial was my greatest fault
While you struggled not to choose
Our good will was under assault
But I didn’t know we would lose

~ Liesl Dineen 2014

What do you think?

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