Miracle

And then I go and spoil it all By saying something stupid like "I wrote a poem for you"

Spring came knocking on my door when I met you

Flowers bloomed when I wrote you a poem

Before you, there were days when I lost myself and couldn't get up from the concrete of cold rooms

Your words gave me wings and double blankets

I know I'm dead

My life was supposed to fade away

I wasn't supposed to get my breath from the soil above me and I was supposed to be alone in a coffin

Now that I'm in heaven

I have no worries and no limits

I will only kiss my angel as much as I can

I will try to protect my place in heaven

Before you, my life was as fake as the winters in the South

My tears didn't even have a taste

I didn't know the world was so colorful

Now I will tell my birthday as the day I met you

Embraced every hell we made each other go through

Only you will know my name

Because I know that no one else is real

I know that the color of babies' eyes is not clear when they are first born

But I am not afraid

I will love that baby in any way

Even if he is different

Even if there are problems in the future

He will be my baby

And I will give him all my love when he needs it

I do not believe in the miracle of creation

But I believe in the miracle of us meeting

I know that I am resurrected

And this time I will live right

Reviews

[John F]

You always write beautiful poetry, Beren. And this poem is no exception. I love the imagery of the opening lines, particularly the wings and double blankets motifs giving up offerings of freedom and a safe feeling to accompany that freedom. The next lines are very sad and poignant, but they give a lovely juxtaposition with the lines preceding and succeeding them. The line about tears not having a taste is a real knife of a line. To taste the bitterness of tears, there has to be something there to be bitter for so for there to be no taste is a really sad image. Declaring your birth as the day you met is such a romantic thing, and a beautiful sentiment, and eludes to the miracle you go on to describe. Wonderful work, as ever!

[Beren]

Thank you for your beautiful comment. These feelings and words do not just come out. There is someone who fuels the fire and the real credit should be to him.

[John F]

I’m not sure your muse would be able to write such beautiful poetry and so the words must belong to you. You have a rich track record!

[Beren]

If you saw him through my eyes you would adore him. But I think I'll keep him to myself.

[John F]

You’re so selfish lol

[A.H.]

beautiful piece of writing. this is deep, so much emotions. this write really comes together effortlessly, its as if the heart is speaking here through and through. thanks for writing, this definitely is one of your best writes, IMO. I like the way it is expressed, honest and pure real emotions here.

[Beren]

Aww thank you so so much my dear friend! I really like this one too!

[A.H.]

most welcome, beren. take care

[Gee]

This is so good Beren. It is a difficult thing to have the reader wanting to read and re-read a poem. Difficult but seemingly not for you.
Well done

[Beren]

Oh thank you so much! This made me so happy!!! Have the best day!

[Gee]

My pleasure. You too

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I also like your quote and the play on the words of Frank and Nancy Sinatra.

[Beren]

Thank you!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Love this piece, so much depth and incredible feeling. The next to last stanza has a line that really struck me..."the miracle of us meeting"--
and the double blankets idea is clever.
j.

[Beren]

Thank you so much sir! I appreciate it.

[August]

Beren, this is so beautiful.. i love the second stanza because that's filled with so much love.. and the fifth & sixth stanzas are just brilliant!

Whoever you wrote this for, I'm pretty sure they'll love it too.. this is splendid

[Beren]

🥹🥹 thank you so much! I really care about your thoughts, and I appreciate it! ❤️

[Sami Khalil]

OMG!
So romantic and intense.
Miracles happen to those who are chosen and have enough faith; things spring forward not backwards.
You are blooming as Spring is unfolding with magic and shapes.

[Beren]

🥹🥹 thank you so much sir, I don't even know what to say! Hope the muse of this poem likes it too.

[Sami Khalil]

Hehehe. You are welcome