Poets logo

Wonder What May

Blackout poem/kinda!

By Paul StewartPublished about a month ago 3 min read
Wonder What May
Photo by engin akyurt on Unsplash

I often - - - wonder what-may have been -

if decisions, - small and - - had been different. -

would have made - difference - - course of my life, - -

did this, did -, said - said that, instead of - - I took.

Life is -, not always, by -e big and - moments,

but - smaller, - and seemingly - choices we - make,

every - day.

While the choice of - or toast, - or tea

may not decide whether you are

a - or a hooker of no real identity

working the red-light district

in a - town that no-one remembers the - of,

they might?

There is no way of - knowing which - decisions

will - ones that lead you

on a path you never - wanted to go on,

instead of the one that leads you to the future you hoped for.

That is why - freedom of -, that open-endedness is a - and a curse.

Taking a - and - approach to every - you - make,

may provide - - any number of -, out of this world, -,


may also bring you crashing down to earth like a - on fire.

Taking a - approach to every decision,

whether it's bath or -, - or brunette,

long - or short -, jeans or shorts,

- or maim, love or hate,

could mean you avoid all the pitfalls of living dangerously,

but leave you - and flat.

Trusting - over mind, or mind over -, is never a - plan-, -.

You may feel - duty to give up the - you want - for t- people you love,

but it may still be - wrong -, it may still take you down -,

that path of regret and misery.

if your decision, - sacrifice is met with whole-hearted devotion, trust and appreciation, -

then you may find - joy in - honour of keeping - vows,

- taking the path of most resistance, of dark days and no holidays,

when - fighting to survive and doing what's right.

Do you really want to wear - underwear?

functional or - -

the - ones make you feel like a -, the - ones leave room -, for a less restrained -.

Do you sweat over the - things and - worry about the - things,

the - over the trivial or do you look at each decision,

like each minute of - as being part of something -?

Of course, -n the impetus many of us believe we have to society, to people.

Our decisions are never - our own if - a moment we contemplate our - world.

Even - underwear, of clothing, of employment, is shaped by unsaid - unconscious,

subconscious messages - through our brains and hearts.

Can we -break free from these constraints -

think about what is best- as individuals or

does that - lead us to a paradise of our making or simply make it easier for us to fall -.

Think deeply about the -

...think deeply about that - in -...think deeply about whether to - or not,

whether to recycle or -,

whether to take the dark and quick - or the one that is brightly - and takes - more.

Think deeply took about how you said - you said to - you - or made - they've ever been.

Is that the - you wanted, or did you hope for - else? Hope is not - control...but - can guide, surely?

fold or -, intercourse or -, interject or -n silent,

- or right, up or -, in - out, all about, - or kiss,

cry or -, scream or -, the joys and the-, the misery and loathing,

the time it takes to boil - a lover's aching heart, are all we are. Are we not?

When decisions - based on love,

real love, deep love,

forgiving, downplaying, bearing, gut-wrenching, hard to feel alone, love,

- are not simply made on the turn of a - or the throw of a -.

So…when you choose the - over the -,

because of love,

or - that is quick and leads you past that potential - of your life

instead of the long -, when you let love guide everything, even the most insignificant and unassuming -,

can you trust -?

No. But, that's really the point, isn't it?

You can - and - everything and still be -, or you can fly by the seat of your tightie-whities and still fail upwards.


Thanks for reading!

Author's Notes: This is another attempt at blackout poetry. I wrote a big piece ages ago and then edited it, removing stuff, and replacing it with dashes to make it more open to interpretation. I have thought and thought and thought about putting it out there, but always held back. Until now.

fact or fictionsurreal poetrysocial commentaryperformance poetryFree VerseBlackout

About the Creator

Paul Stewart

Scottish-Italian poet/writer from Glasgow.

Overflowing in English language torture and word abuse.

"Every man has a sane spot somewhere" R.L Stevenson

The Accidental Poet - Poetry Collection is now available!


Reader insights

Be the first to share your insights about this piece.

How does it work?

Add your insights

Comments (3)

Sign in to comment
  • John Coxabout a month ago

    This is beautiful and sad and tender poem, Paul. We visit those crossroads again and again in our lives, sometimes making the same mistake, saying the same stupid things, making the same bad decisions. Believe me, I know. I've lost count of all the stories, I written with a crossroads moment in them. But eventually, while hope remains, we return to the crossroads and see things we never noticed before, and realize that our happiness and the happiness of those we love are hopelessly intertwined. In those moments we see the mistake before making it, we say the right thing rather than the hurtful, and we happily shoulder the happiness of our beloved just as they do the same for us. With a little love all things are possible. Even good decisions.

  • Andrea Corwin about a month ago

    Underwear - right there I began laughing as the poem continued. ❤️

  • Babs Iversonabout a month ago

    Impressive!!! Absolutely awesome!!!💕❤️❤️

Find us on social media

Miscellaneous links

  • Explore
  • Contact
  • Privacy Policy
  • Terms of Use
  • Support

© 2024 Creatd, Inc. All Rights Reserved.