If it were up to me,
Tears would be like snowflakes--
They would make me
Austerely beautiful.
And after all,
Snowflakes--
Like a woman's tears--
Offer no explanation
And only a fool would even ask.
If it were up to me,
What I was would not follow me
Into who I am.
And if I were clumsy,
Or frightened,
Or lonely,
Someone would say,
Shay, why are you shivering?
They would say,
Cookie, why are you crying?
And hold this
Winter fool.
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ReplyDeleteif i could, i would rat a tat tat on your door, wearing a yellow dress and stripey purple tights, and take you on a picnic, to a garden, where i just smelled the pollen and show you new the buds and say *believe* in me as i *believe* in you
ReplyDeletelovely poem...
I'd hold ya!
ReplyDeleteAnd I already think you're even more beautiful than the finest snowflake that has ever fallen.
Thanks, Blackbird. :-)
ReplyDeleteHehe, K, I would pay to see that, truly I would! (((((((K))))))))
Aw, my friend Tex. Thanks. At least you and K still love me.
"If it were up to me,
ReplyDeleteWhat I was would not follow me
Into who I am."
God, that's good.
And, what about me? I love you, too! Why don't I count? Huh? HUH?
Of course you count, Mama Zen! You count lots. :-)
ReplyDeleteDo you publish these? You should really try!
ReplyDeleteLove your comment on my mayor/sex blog btw.
I agree with RK: You should get published. Really.
ReplyDeleteThis was so beautiful. I loved it.
ReplyDeleteRK and Pouty...I'm waiting for that fabulous multimillion dollar offer. Care to wait with me? ;-)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Debbie!
this is wonderful and wistful and gently meloncholic. i like it a lot.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much, Joaquin, and welcome to The Word Garden!
ReplyDeleteWinter snowflakes and a woman's tears...who can count them?
ReplyDeleteIt's soon an impossible task, Scarlet. But seasons do change, or so the rumour goes.
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