Friday, March 2, 2012

One Wish

Asks us to use the first line of a Courtney Kuchta poem.


If I could have just one wish
I think I'd let it pass
For everything I might wish for
Might end up as a farce.
Eternal life? My goodness, no!
Repetition would drive me mad;
For every new day that arrived
Would be a day already had!
Grow younger, maybe? Nice idea,
And worth considering, maybe,
Except for the 'mewling and puking' bit
When, at last, I became a baby!
I might wish to be successful,
For I've failed in that regard,
But, at my age, it would be short-lived,
An experience quickly marred.
I wouldn't wish for money;
I have all the 'things' I need,
And wishing for bottomless coffers
Would be an act of greed.
If I could have just one wish,
Because of some genii spell,
I think I'd throw the wish away
By wishing I could wish well.


Some memories are too painful to revisit.
Some heartaches go too deep to be repaired.
Some guilt is etched forever on the psyche.
Some pain is too distressing to be shared.
So many times I've lived, in dreams, the torment,
With no-one else to whom I could confess.
Though others wondered at my tortured manner,
They never guessed the cause of my distress.
I was a jealous lover; I admit it.
That's why I prowled the house in search of proof.
For days I had been racked by my suspicions;
Your manner had become a touch aloof.
And there they were, the letters in your handbag!
The letters that confirmed my deepest fears.
I read them one by one then, with my lighter,
I set fire to them, though I was blind with tears.
I stumbled from the room! I left the building,
And, only looking back, I saw the fire!
So many of us tried to reach and save you,
But those letters soon became your funeral pyre!
Everybody understood my dreadful anguish.
I left the country, hid myself away;
Returning never seemed to be an option,
Yet, here I stand, in agony, today.
For sure the old house would have been demolished!
A brand new suburb must have been designed,
For fifty years can cause so many changes;
Now was the time to leave my pain behind.
I wandered down the lane to where 'it' happened;
I felt there were no ghosts for me  to meet.
I saw the brand new house and hesitated......
Then I glanced down at the brick path at my feet!


Tix said...

beautiful and bold idea to throw away the one wish! :-) though your wordes make me wonder if there is any age when when we don't wish we were younger!

Anonymous said...

do you really believe in wishes?

if i could have just one wish

Sharp Little Pencil said...

What a concept. When I think about it, every story by O. Henry and others turns out badly, or at least right back where you started. Loved this take on the prompt! Peace, Amy