This poem was written for this photograph I took recently at the Gardens during the winter. It spoke to me…
I was tossed
nonchalantly
to the wind.
Usurped
by uncaring hands
and through the toss
and the turmoil
and the resulting pain,
I wondered –
how could I
let this happen again?
It is not as if
this stage is new
though seemingly
different characters
slide on by –
smiling to cover the pretense
“No, THIS
is real!”
As sure as I live and breathe
you can trust
ME.
And my heart
is wont to trust
as it has been before
and before
and yet, again
and probably
always will be,
and I only hope
that at some point
the heart will trust
and it will be rewarded
with honesty.
What pleasure exists
in deflating someone’s hopes,
I’ll never know –
and perhaps, in truth,
they never shall earn
the value
of a true friend,
but I refuse
to stop trying
to discover
an authentic smile
and a sincere heart
despite the discomfort
of a few passing thorns
that couldn’t commit
to a thoughtful countenance.
© Sumyanna 2019
Really loved this!
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Thank you dear!
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Very nice poem
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Thank you very much MCM!
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Your quite welcome
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Sending love and hugs your way!! 💗
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Accepted, and thank you! Hope all is going well in Canada!
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