It starts with a kiss,
then all is amiss.
The two become one,
and then there’s . . . a son!
He’s raised and he’s loved,
a gift from above.
But something is missing—
who’s that Mommy’s kissing?!
…
He rants and he raves,
“Just look at that knave!
And what should I do?
The world is askew . . .”
And bitter he grows,
his heart only shows
to cactus and thistle—
he is an ice crystal.
..
‘Til one day he meets,
while cruising the streets,
a beauty so worn,
his anger is shorn.
She’s battered and bruised;
her heart has been used.
But still she is smiling,
her strength is beguiling.
…
It’s then that he knows:
No matter life’s throes,
our fate’s up to us,
so why all this fuss?
It ends with a kiss,
a moment of bliss.
This love is forever,
a tie you can’t sever.
…
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Mmmm, the boundless binding of twin souls. Beautiful poem Jessica. Thank you!
Glad you liked it! I had an idea where it wanted to take it when I started it, but, really, that’s not where it ended up. Poems have a mind of their own! Still, I think it worked out all right.
Thank you, as always, for reading. :)
Thank you for the wonderful imagery!
Thank *you* for reading and commenting! I’m so glad you enjoyed it.
This was so mesmerizing, Jess! Lovely! :)
Thank you, Tanumoy! Poems tend to have a mind of their own. I’m glad this one worked out. :)
Oh, it always does… one just needs to reach the soul of it. I’m lucky I could reach in one. I’m just a newborn. :)
That’s true. The soul, the essence of a thing, is so important. We *are* all newborns, in a very real sense. If we were born with all of the knowledge mankind has gained over the centuries, rather than each person having to start from scratch, this world would be a very different place indeed.
Truly said, indeed! So let’s all walk down the beach, hand-in-hand. :)
My word, she’s a poet too! Excellent poetry, thoroughly enjoyed it!
Yay! That makes me happy. :D
I always look with interest at the pictures that go along with your poems. Very interesting and they seem to blend well with the poetry. Lovely poem and I liked reading it.
Thank you, Mabel. I’m glad you enjoy my images. Actually, I spend A LOT of time trying to find them. Sometimes finding the right photo (even my own) can take more time than writing the post itself! It tends to get a little ridiculous…
I’m glad you liked the poem. I’m trying to introduce threads to tie a few of my recent posts together. Hopefully, someday soon, I’ll be able to make a little more obvious…
Thank you for sharing your thoughts!
Beautiful Jessica! Thank you!
Thank *you*, Hillary! You are too kind. :)
very sweet and beautiful……. :)
I’m glad you enjoyed it, Mohit! I had fun writing it. :)
well – I guess that answers what side of the predestination/freewill thought
Well… It’s one way to look at it, but it isn’t everything. Actually, I started this poem planning to take it in a different direction, comparing two kids born into very different circumstances. Obviously that didn’t happen, haha. Poems seem to have a mind of their own (for me, anyway)!
Thanks as always for reading, dear Hoss!
Would be worse if it were down…
Why, I hadn’t thought of that. So true!
Thanks for commenting!
As I read the poem I thought I was reading some famous poet of times gone by. I was so excited to see you were the author Jessica. Amazing imagery. I had to read it a few times to completely digest. Loved it!
Thank you, Terri. That means so much. I hope to be a well-known writer someday, remembered in times when mine are gone. But we shall see.
That is … a possible ballad? Does it have to have music to it to be a ballad? The words, they have their own music in this one. But I’m not the arbiter of what is and isn’t a ballad. I just know this poem sang.
Hi, Mike! The first possible meaning of “ballad,” according to Merriam-Webster, is “a narrative composition in rhythmic verse suitable for singing.” So, no, apparently a ballad doesn’t *have* to have music. But, thank you! A poet could only hope to create work that sings… Speaking of, I think your comment itself did a little bit of singing! :)