Wishful Thinking
poem by:
Norma Passarell
Written
on May 29, 2016
It took me thirty years of suff'ring mourn, oh dear!, To tame the fiercest beast, my dreaded loneliness. A lifetime of gregarious wildness 'twas indeed. I was drunk every single night; there was no light. With time, I learnt to be in my own company. I then saw you and in a whisper thought, to me, I swear, you had the bluest eyes I've ever seen. Hence you became my greatly loved Glaswegian prince. Incertitude rose me to sky, couldn't sleep at night, Then daydreamt 'bout how'd be you kissing me throughout. I asked you out. You said: "Why not?" But soon I knew All was a figment of my brimful fantasy. How ignorant I'd been! How couldn't I see that you Were not interested in me?! Now that you are gone, You left me wondering how I will be alone. Again, but even older, rejected I have been. For now, I'll loathe your accent on every mouth, Even though I know it isn't you to blame, but me, For being too naive, and having forced you to love me. Go away! Go away! With time, I'll be okay!
Tags: sad, love, pain, hope, wishful,
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Christopher Russon commented:
Nice poem,love to hear more of your work.
Norma Passarell
commented:
Thank you very much, Christopher. This is my first poem in English, in fact!
Cecilia Crasto
commented:
I enjoyed your poem...continue to write, you have talent.
Shanta
commented:
You don't need time - only a level of consciousness; "God created I Am and He created nothing else!"
Wendy Phelan
commented:
Loved your poem so much! You are a great writer and hope you have more to read. Love is blind, at least it is in the beginning. Sometimes we dodge a bullet but don't see it until later. x
Robert Kohlhammer
commented:
Reminds me of some of the poetry in ´milk and honey´ by Rupi kaur. This a well considered piece.
