Might we

So many possibilities

 

 

 

 

Might we…

 

 

Might we…

pass on a sidewalk framed by clearance sales

and hot dog vendors

Smiling as to take our attention,

brand our thoughts cosmetically,

alter our daydreams to cast a glow

amidst the haze that is this destiny

 

Might we…

stand on lonely platforms

watching the smoke in the distance

as the 5:00 o’clock

Sunset Liner approaches

with a full head of steam

distracting our eyes with a forgotten whistle tone

 

Might we…

whisper meandering thoughts

of great importance on the wind,

wishing them a safe journey

and hoping these words, our love sick phrases

reach the heart of another

sitting in the crowd all alone

 

Might we…

find if we look beyond the past

covering the darkness

with twinkle lights and glass ornaments,

filling the branches of the future with hope,

that desired happiness

springs from its roots

 

Might we…

dream of cosmic realities in floral dance steps

on kaleidoscope stairways

winding through our thoughts

delivering us to the floor

just above where our eyes meet

 

Might we

live in and around long distance shadows

and typed conversations,

dipping into the vast vocabulary

waiting patiently to be shared

between our hearts

 

Might we…

love

 

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[ShelleyA]

Simply delightful Jack. Might we... sigh. So many beautiful moments of romance captured pursuing love in each stanza. Vivid imagery; you paint lovely word pictures that any reader can appreciate. Lovely depth of feeling. Excellent closing stanza, that touches the heart. Well penned and a most enjoyable read. Write on!

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much Shelley for you kind words. I always appreciate you visiting my work.

[ShelleyA]

You're welcome and my pleasure, Jack. Have a great day!

[Angel]

Ahh, how you touch my heart. I absolutely love this piece, Jack. "Might We"...
*sigh*
Beautifully poignant, stirring piece.

[Jack...]

Thank you so much sweet Angel. Your kind words to me are always so very beautiful, just like yourself.

[Astro]

You sir are on a roll, this one spoke to me Jack for it could be interpreted as whispers on the wind to unknown strangers. The last two parts are questions I'm quite familiar with in their asking, but the poem on the whole could have been written by me, at least in sentiment. Well done.

P.S. I think there is a typo in "with a full head of stream" where "stream" should be "steam".

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Astro, I will check that out.

[Astro]

You're welcome.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

This reminds me of the phrase 'if wishes were horses.......' It is strange what Aloneness does to the soul as it allows us to attach ourselves to each passing hope and fantasy. This piece begs that question and is eloquent in its simplicity.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much John. I appreciate your comments, always so kind.

[Clockwork]

You've got a lot of great imagery in this one, the kind that suggests a love that yearns for completion. I think your first stanza was really strong in that area, and a great way to lead off this piece. These lines made me smile: "Might we…/pass on a sidewalk framed by clearance sales/and hot dog vendors." That is a great way to set your scene.

Your second stanza, combined with the meaning of smoke, was very moving for me as well. It shows how lonely these places of waiting are, how much better it would be if those two people were together.

With lines that express such emotion, like these: "live in and around long distance shadows
and typed conversations," you show the poetic skill you have.

You spoke to my heart with this one.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much for your fantastic review of my work. I am more than pleased you enjoyed this poem tonight. I really do appreciate you taking the time to read this and putting so much thought into your comments.

[Clockwork]

You're welcome Jack. :-) I like to do that for writers. I try to look at te hard work a writer has done, and how their energy has created that finished poem. I guess you could say that my reviews are a way of paying tribute to the writer for the writing.

[Frieda P]

We might just have to sigh a dozen times whilst reading this one!

Might we…
dream of cosmic realities in floral dance steps
on kaleidoscope stairways
winding through our thoughts
delivering us to the floor
just above where our eyes meet

Stunning, as is the entire work, the last verse is killer too, oh hell the whole thing is outstanding!

[Jack...]

Your sighs are my gold sweet Frieda. Who would have thought I would find the end of the rainbow on writers cafe. Thank you so very much.

[Frieda P]

Even your responses are poetic Jack...you know it's always a special treat to read you dear friend.

[Jack...]

Somehow I think the treats are all mine.