I’ve walked streets that carried on for miles
passed bevelled corners, walls strong and sturdy
not bending or allowing entry, so I held my face
to the sky, searching for the spot where happiness blooms
until I sight a single rose reaching out, begging me to stop
and smell the beauty of her fragrant petals, to disregard
the clouds that drop with heavy gloom
the walls that stand strong and sturdy
happiness comes in many forms
from opening up ourselves, for letting go
we aren’t perfect, walls can be broken
others can see in us, what sometimes we cannot
©jmtacken Dec 2013
Photo Credit: http://carolwoodliff.com
this is excellent Jenny. i especially love the idea expressed in the final line. Very good indeed. I think one of your best.
I had some inspiration tonight from many different ways… I humbly say thank you so much my dear friend.
This nearly had me in tears. I can relate to this so much. Beautiful Jenny.
Thank you so much Jade. Yes and it’s strange where inspiration can come from..only tonight I thought I can’t write any poetry.. appreciated. x
We all have days like that. But you can write poetry.. you are amazing. I am so glad that I have met you and have the opportunity to read your work. 🙂
oh I blush now – so kind of you, I hope that you enjoy – if you hit the little beetle it randomly gives you a post, if you are seeking more poetry, you would have to select through the categories. I also have a site that I work on with another poet – if you have time lol – look at me inundating you – it’s http://wordsfromheretothere.wordpress.com/
Ech you probably shouldn’t have said you want to read my work- see where it leads! 🙂 x
This is wonderful 🙂
The last two lines resonate. Excellent.
I appreciate your kindness ~ as always – thanks Tess 🙂
Do you know, I’ve found myself a few times thinking that I’ve ‘used up’ all my words and have nothing else to say. Then the next moment I’m frantically scribbling and thanking whoever that there’s more to flow. This is beautiful, Jenny, and testimony to not only your prowess as a poet but to the fact that within each one there is a nugget of pure gold. So true that others often see in us what we cannot see in ourselves. Our critical selves need a kick sometimes. Write on! 🙂 x
I know, sometimes I sit staring at the keyboard, waiting for her ladyship (my muse) to whack me on the back of my head…and nothing, then something emerges from somewhere~ which is a good thing hopefully. Thank you sweet, I never think of myself as having prowess in poetry, or in fact gold nuggets…see I am critical it seems and need to kick myself 🙂 Thanks…truly x
You’re joshing! Your poems are beautiful. I’ll kick ye! 😉 x
ech can be hit & miss ~ you copped a reasonable one lol….ouch!!! 😉 x
beautiful and true )
happiness does…and can be found in the most unusual places as well…i love the pic with this…revolutionary statement that….we need more graffiti of that nature….smiles….loved your rose..and esp on those grey days we need to look for them…
seriously, four posts today….you were busy…ha
I know ~ and to think I couldn’t think of anything in the beginning ~ smiles and seriously? thank YOU for reading!
glad you read what I was trying to say with the rose ~ thank you re the pic, took a little time but it was what was needed for this one ~ smiles wide – thank you for reading Bri.
So true that others can see what we cannot see in ourselves.
Nods ~ thank you hun xx
Gorgeous and profound Jenny =)
thank you darling 🙂
Absolutely! Walls can be broken…
If Berlin can do we – we all can 🙂 xx