I would like for people to read my poetry and find something in it that is meaningful to them. If they read it on my blog or in a book, matters not to me.
This past week has been a hard one, and this poem says it all for me.
we could go to begin anew,
where all our grief and heartaches,
could be dropped like a shabby old coat
at the door, never to wear again.
In this place where all is fresh,
the sun would shine through gentle rain.
Snow would melt in our warm hands
before it could freeze a single rose.
In a land of new beginnings, only joy
would make us weep. No hurt, no pain
would scar our thinking capability.
We’d leave it all behind
like the wake of a ship on blue seas.
I wish there were a place like this
where mourning ceases to exist. I’d go
there, never leave. I’d breathe the pristine
atmosphere, feel healing flow through me,
shedding uncertainty like a chameleon sheds its skin.
before it could freeze a single rose.
In a land of new beginnings, only joy
would make us weep. No hurt, no pain
would scar our thinking capability.
We’d leave it all behind
like the wake of a ship on blue seas.
I wish there were a place like this
where mourning ceases to exist. I’d go
there, never leave. I’d breathe the pristine
atmosphere, feel healing flow through me,
shedding uncertainty like a chameleon sheds its skin.
---Glenda Council Beall
