If There Be a Chance

If There Be a Chance

A Poem by Girl Friday (Sarah W.)

what are we if not the foundations

of a beginning     dawn breaking lightly

upon a sleeping city     upon this house,

waking first the Palms and then the Orchids

 

we rise inside of reverie     sleep within

reality     somewhere our youthful priorities

became tangled when we traded passion

for matured restraint     losing as we lived

 

the metallic flavor of the future lingers

upon your lips when we kiss     prophecies

of a coming that cannot be addressed

without the bittersweet sting of woeful tears  

 

what are we if not the crumbling heart

of an impractical destiny     there is a pale moon

and there are faithful stars, but we have not gazed

upon them with lover’s eyes for far too long

 

if there be a chance     follow me into the rain

without worry of wet clothes or ruined shoes

lose your mind and give your hands a chance

to remind us both why children dream

© 2013 Girl Friday (Sarah W.)


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This poem really got me. I have often wondered how I ended up twenty-six, when it doesn't seem that long ago I was eight. I've often felt that as we grow up, we begin to lose pieces of ourselves that never fully return. The world goes from being large and adventurous to being cold and malignant. Another great poem, Sarah. Keep up the good work.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Girl Friday (Sarah W.)

9 Years Ago

I am glad that you can relate, and I completely relate to what you have written. Time is a strange .. read more
i love how you write about your search of what it means to be human, to be a child ina world where children die and it's normal for disease to reap their body. I also love that you understand the meaning of development, regardless of the time of day, the fathom to live each moment deliberately, but to never lose our cradle of dreams. Exquisite one their my friend

Posted 9 Years Ago


Girl Friday (Sarah W.)

9 Years Ago

I'm glad you got this one, my friend!
Shelved in 3 libraries ! I need a shovel and a backhoe for this poem . Way too advance for me . Way too deep for me to even comprehend .

Posted 9 Years Ago


Girl Friday (Sarah W.)

9 Years Ago

Haha...sorry about that. :)
OMG ... tears here ...

The child pushed aside, for the responsible adult to enter..

We follow those that began a way of living

Maybe their way was best, then..

I know your poem is about so much more than what I write here ..

It touches places .. and makes us ponder the truth of living..


Take wings and fly .. play in the rain .. make love with life ..

This really held me .. and I am left wanting more !

Jazz

Posted 9 Years Ago


Girl Friday (Sarah W.)

9 Years Ago

Thank you, my friend...you are very kind!
J. J.  Nightingale

9 Years Ago

You r such a talent !!! .... and.. You r welcome ! ..:)
I love the way you word things and make others think. Well written.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Girl Friday (Sarah W.)

9 Years Ago

Thank you so much, my friend!
". . . follow me into the rain"

Lovely. Just lovely. My favorite line.

I can see the speaker holding out her hand. Beckoning. It is such a powerful image.

This is one of my favorites of yours.

The only place I stumbled was:

"upon them with lover’s eyes in far too long"

I kept wanting to say, "for far too long" but I don't even think that makes sense. Anyway, something about that line tripped me up for a second. Maybe it's just me being tired.

Other than that, I can't think of anything else I have to offer.
I really found this piece compelling.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Girl Friday (Sarah W.)

9 Years Ago

You may be right..."for far too long" might work better. Thank you!
remind us both why children dream. Why do we forget that as adults?

Posted 9 Years Ago


Girl Friday (Sarah W.)

9 Years Ago

I have no idea, my friend...I will let you know if I find out. Thank you for reading :)
should be on every relationship counselor's table...stunning last verse...
E.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Girl Friday (Sarah W.)

9 Years Ago

Thank you! I will bring a copy into my therapist and let her use it for her clients ;)
Einstein Noodle

9 Years Ago

love you Girl Friday!
This is beautiful. The way you closed it was perfect. The unyielding innocence of someone longing for acceptance. Why children dream...and when we forgot to. Brilliant.

Posted 9 Years Ago


Girl Friday (Sarah W.)

9 Years Ago

So glad you liked this one, Kristin!
I love this one Friday, I had visions of Peter Pan flying around in my head but this is so much more.....killer last stanza, we should never lose that wonderment, brava my friend!

Posted 9 Years Ago


Girl Friday (Sarah W.)

9 Years Ago

Aaaww...I love Peter Pan; I always wanted to be Wendy as a child :)
Frieda P

9 Years Ago

Didn't we all, I still have my moments lol ;-) My pleasure Friday....

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