Love lifts you up, promising a great future
She comes in the form of warm hugs and kisses,
jokes and meals,
all imaginable blisses.
Then the tornado throws you down,
makes you cry,
you stop smiling, you stop laughing.
You wonder, why?
Why doesn't sister share her chocolate bar?
Why does brother pick a fight?
Simply over if lunch
is chicken sandwiches. Oh what a blight!
The strong wind pushes you away,
into a pool of grief,
making you angry,
making you seethe.
She offers you her hand again,
a hug, a sisterly handshake,
a kiss and smile.
All, simply, for your sake.
Sometimes fake,
sometimes true,
Love's always been here,
not at all new.
Reworked Draft, September 2020
I rewrote this poem for fun, to see how much my style has changed! It's still got some of the childish tone, but it sounds more like something I'd write now.
Love is a step ladder, each wrung leading
to a kinder place, full of hugs and kisses
birdsong and laughter,
all imaginable blisses.
Then she whirls into a tornado,
making you cry,
driving wood into sharp splinters;
you wonder, why?
Why does the deafening storm
bring silence of birds and halt their flight?
Why would brother pop your balloon -
is his only goal to invoke a fight?
Love's gentle breeze can quicken
into the strong wind of grief;
she tears trees to shreds until
you can't find a single entire leaf.
But then she sweeps them into
a pile, for you to splash in;
the red-and-orange is warm embrace,
the dizzy joy is making you spin.
Often bitter,
sometimes sweet;
a sunny day's light and
a winter storm's sleet.
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