I know I must have met you once or twice,
Before I knew what I was looking for.
Or was it pure chance, a roll of the dice?
“Some enchanted evening,” or something more?
We would have been good friends and laughed a lot.
Bags packed, journeys to the planet’s distant
parts. Curious, adventure we’d have sought.
We’d have argued, but not inside our tent.
Would we have tried to save the world or been
Content just to live in it? I don’t know.
We would have faith in each other’s passions,
Giving and getting space and time to grow.
If I met you, I think it must have been,
Before my own nature I had gleaned.
Many sonnets are love poems; maybe even most of them. I decided to try writing a love poem but… The conundrum in this situation (pretty accurately described by this sonnet) is that if I’d FOUND “the one” I would have had a very different life. Whether it would have been better? The life I have and have had is pretty great so my jury is out on whether this is something to regret or not. Probably something to regret in some ways and not in others. Anyway, the couplet at the end is the truth.
This is a Shakespearean sonnet, more or less. 14 lines, ababcdcdefefgg. Iambic pentameter (10 syllable lines with the stress on every other syllable, but I’m not a fetishist about that). The final six lines are supposed to set up a situation established by or counter to the first 8 lines. I’m not big on rules, though, other than the rhyme and syllable thing. I’m writing sonnets as a mental challenge, mostly, but once in a while one might be good. I started writing sonnets when I realized I just don’t have much more to say in one of my customary blog posts at the moment.