After a while you learn
the subtle difference between
holding a hand and chaining a soul
and you learn
that love doesn't mean leaning
and company doesn't always mean security
and you begin to learn
that kisses aren't contracts
and presents aren't promises
and you begin to accept your defeats
with your head up and your eyes ahead
with the grace of woman, not the grief of a child
and you learn
to build all your roads on today
because tomorrow's ground is
too uncertain for plans
and futures have a way of falling down
in mid-flight
after a while you learn
that even sunshine burns
if you get too much
so you plant your own garden
and decorate your own soul
instead of waiting for someone
to bring you flowers
and you learn that you really can endure
you really are strong
you really do have worth
and you learn
and you learn
with every goodbye, you learn...
© 1971 Veronica A. Shoffstall
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Comments (6)
DennisReed
Cool! ;)
Shadowmonkey
Well Leah my dear it has been a while since I posted a comment to any writings on here, so lets hope Ive not forgotten how. There is a wonderful melody to your work, I seem to re-member always being there, it flows visualisation that intertwines the images you paint through your words with a glorious light, brushed with darkness. In short a wonderful piece.
Storm9167
Expressive poetry.. Uncertain regarding the red head issue!! Have a good one..
mind2mind
The red head part is a twist. There is a build up to it, yet it is NOT the focus of the whole piece, but a finish that throws us. But in this case, we still remember the poem because it's so well done. Nitpick: The poem is called sometimes (not needing start and finish), but the poem begins in the morning and with cats demanding to be fed!
chill09
I've been gone so long but what a great poem to come back to when I check in on you! I know these feelings. You have such a great talent in capturing and expressing an emotion. Oh, and FYI - with a box of L'oreal you can be any kind of "head" you want.
TallPockets
Sometimes I get to read a most wonderful writer's works. THANK you. T.P.