Glass slipper sits on my desk
waiting
for a prince to bring its mate.
I know
fairy tales are not really
for frogs;
princesses never get found
in grime
unless it’s to sell them to
wolves.
Glass slipper sits on my desk
waiting
for a prince to bring its mate.
I know
fairy tales are not really
for frogs;
princesses never get found
in grime
unless it’s to sell them to
wolves.
Nochipa
there is a line by Dylan
he sings
in this age of fiberglass i’m searching for a gem
and so it is
one of the odd things about climbing to the top of the mountain
is we get to see how things are
we assume our new understandings will join us with other people
but they don’t it separate us and we walk alone
it is one of life’s ironies
you are rare and as always your work creates thought
jack
Jack,
Thank you. Your words come at the perfect moment. I posted this poem on three poetry forums. Over thirty people looked at it, commented on it and praised it. I think maybe 2 actually understood it or identified with it. Thank you for that line from Dylan. That was exactly how I felt after reading all of those comments.
Nochipa