How can I be age 16. . .then 4? 70. . .3-??
Backflashes keep putting me under the gun.
No sequence, light's sorry, way too much me.
Zilch happens, then everything under the sun.
Start at the beginning, some advise.
Don't tell you how to get Life to cooperate.
That memory fails, or sees more than is wise.
Sticks at times on love waltzing out the gate.
So much that embarrasses, so much that shames.
I am not, nor have I ever been, all I would like.
Too different a n d too much the same.
Trophies, none; patents, none; barely ride a bike.
How many people I have let down,
I cannot bear to think. How hard I am
to figure. How hard to be around!
Not even best at being worst. Damn.
Oh, well. Like they say, it has been real.
I have lain in warm sun; I have walked in warm rain.
Smelled roses, kissed noses, and let myself feel.
Still got 4 limbs. Taste buds. . .half a brain. . .
Hope to see another sunrise. One more rainbow,
be nice. To walk barefoot again in the creek.
Hold hands, ruin a song, listen to J-Lo.
Willie and Aretha? Need at least a week.
Bring the children to me, and theirs, and theirs.
Tell us all the right things to say and do.
Show me their burdens turning light as air.
Stay until they have emotional Super-Glue.
Give me time not to have sex, but to make love.
Let me watch my babies nibble on their toes.
Let me see black velvet'd diamonds above.
Summer, playing with Brother, under a hose.
Not under sentence, not that kind of thing.
Just that, you know. We never know.
Life is a rose. Roses have thorns that sting.
Keep it warm. Sweet-talk it. Hold it just so.
(c) Phyllis Jean Green, August, 2008
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|Reviewed by Dawn Anderson
|I think all of us can relate to this...I know I sure can! Excellent words of advice!|
|Reviewed by Cryssa C
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Price
|Very human poem. True grit resides here. I've been the best of the worst far to often to judge anyone, but judge you I will for this poem is brilliant. Such insight and wisdom of what you have been through. Awesome write. Liz|
|Reviewed by Southern Comfort
|I can relate to most all of this poem. I feel the the common ground is that we are women that express ourselves through verse, the pain we have experienced is the dues we pay for the ability to write. SC|
|Reviewed by Joyce Bowling
|A profound write my dear friend, you give the reader a glimpse into the past as well as the future...enjoyed this well written poem just enough information to allow the mind of the reader to run rampid...well done!
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|How hard I am
to figure. How hard to be around!
Not even best at being worst. Damn
I can relate, Pea; and this is a sweet and meaningful poem. Thank you for sharing. Love and best wishes to you,
|Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
|Very well done sweet lady...HUgsss|
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|a beautiful, reflective and wise write|
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Sweat Pea this is one of your finest and one of the best reflective yet forward looking poems I have read. We can all relate to it and feel that it is almost written for each one of us individually. Loved it.
|Reviewed by Mr. Ed
|Keep it warm. Sweet-talk it. Hold it just so.
|Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson
|We must enjoy ever second
I love this write
|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
Remiscence, very well penned - beautiful.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by Carmen Ruggero
|Blink of an Eye? How well I relate to your words. In the end, we're just big kids who just started playing -- don't care whose supper time it is. Love you Pea.
|Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER
|A most wonderful composition Phyllis, it springs forth like a creek,
and travels with the murmurs of life. I enjoyed it very much.
Blessings! Jasmin Horst
|Reviewed by Gene Williamson
|Like it, Phyllis, and you too..but what I don't understand
is how the rest of us mortals have lived unblemished lives
without a hitch and no regrets. -gene.
|Reviewed by George Carroll
|One's insightful look at life and how it has affected them.Good one|