holding hands,
butterfly kisses, sappy things
tingle,
when awkward love mingles
and the green so serene
outcomes, inflated dreams
catastrophe not a thought
distant disentanglements
new day
new way
that smile is real,
time to believe
after painful heartbreak, it's tough to see brightness and happiness can be in one's future, but this piece reminds us that where there is life, there is hope, and where there is hope, there could be love again....
I love this...my favorite subject! Everything is possibles with love. It is like you just woke up one day that you are a character of a fairytale...because you believe in love.
Things I once believed in; unfortunately, one catastrophe after another has taught me otherwise.
It comforts me, though, that such pretty sentiments may still be shared by others.
Posted 9 Years Ago
9 Years Ago
me too, on the catastrophes...three divorces later, where this one came from...who knows...a fiction.. read moreme too, on the catastrophes...three divorces later, where this one came from...who knows...a fiction of hope?
I liked the happy rhythm and rhyme in this one. Yes, sometimes we just have to leap and believe the safety net will be there. We have to believe next time will be better. Happy to wake up to your poetry this weekend, Jacob. Lydi**
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..