What's it all for?

What's it all for?

A Poem by LouBelle

Snowflakes sparkle under blankets of snow,
roots sharing stories from long, long ago.

Swaddled-tight babies brought down from the sky,
whispering winds lifting eagles that fly.

Grandparents celebrate their 50th year
hands cherished closely, champagne and cheer.

Dancing around fires on cold autumn nights
sparkles of cinders and fairies of light.

Seashells in sands hold the sounds of the ocean,
glistening waters house magical potions.

Electrical jellyfish red, green and blue,
rays penetrating the waters with hues.

Fingers that tickle the softest of skin,
kind lips that kiss away tears on the chin.

But the drafts creep in and fingers feel cold,
lips become chapped and skin becomes old.

Waters dry out and sands lose their shine,
cinders die and feet grow tired.

Bubbles burst when two become one,
winds lose their strength and we can't help but long. 

Snowflakes melt as the cycle starts again,
roots dig deeper, but they'll find no end. 

Another day comes just like the one before,
sat with space wondering, what's it all for?

© 2020 LouBelle


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This is beautiful on all levels. I love the graceful lilting rhythm that reflects the way a brook might babble along, such as life. I love the strong but not distracting rhyming. I especially love the variety of images you use to reflect a ribbon of life that's appealing, but also admitting that it can't always be a smooth positive flow. There will be bumps. This narrator doesn't sound like the bumps are fully appreciated yet, kind of accepting them begrudgingly, perhaps. Your writing compels the reader onward to see what fresh new tidbit you'll throw out next (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

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this is so sad...so many years together and lovers get a to a certain comfort level...but some kind of spark seems to disappear...

when the cinders die...we need to strike a fresh match...and get the fire going again...there have to be ways...so that familiarity does not breed contempt...
j.

Posted 1 Month Ago


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Life and love drank but ne'er quenching the thirst,
til one day you're sated and then the bubble is burst..
Enjoyed the trip through your words..you're good :))

Posted 1 Month Ago


Wow very well poignant snapshots of life that have been chosen I really loved. It's a wonderful life that we've been given. The circle of life has been shown. It's between the beginning and the end what we call living. Love the poetess in you to show it

Posted 1 Month Ago


This is beautiful on all levels. I love the graceful lilting rhythm that reflects the way a brook might babble along, such as life. I love the strong but not distracting rhyming. I especially love the variety of images you use to reflect a ribbon of life that's appealing, but also admitting that it can't always be a smooth positive flow. There will be bumps. This narrator doesn't sound like the bumps are fully appreciated yet, kind of accepting them begrudgingly, perhaps. Your writing compels the reader onward to see what fresh new tidbit you'll throw out next (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 1 Month Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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