it’s up to us

c2It 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.



Image: Pinterest

25 thoughts

    • 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. :)

      • 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.

  1. 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!

    • 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!

  2. 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!

  3. 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! :)

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