Sometimes
My thoughts just flow
Following twin streams
Thinking about you
What it would be like to be with you
And wondering
Could I love you with my heart wide open
Sometimes
I think I’ll never grow up
Other times
That I’ll never grow old
But time keeps passing by for all I try to build
That’s just the way of the world
But I keep circling back to
Are you the one
Could you be my truth
The keeper of my soul
What do you want “us” to be
What is love but the reason to breath
Could I be as fearless with you
About my faults as my passions
Dreams are an easy share
Wisps of real and half make believe
But could I drop everything for you
Stop on a dime
Turn my world upside down
If we decided our everything
Was bigger than you or me
There are moments that seem to define everything
Moments there are no words for
Things simply fall into place
And feel like a favorite old shirt
Comfortable
Like that’s how its meant to be
Real
Following the thoughts that you gift as dreams
When you speak to me
With hands so much smaller and softer than mine
Yet they hold me as no others’
My heart stirs spring and wild flowers
When you smile
And great things grow from small beginnings
What memories do you want to lie dreaming
In our winter years when we’re shut in
And the world’s grown closed
Save our little home
What fireworks of life and flames of living
Do you want still glowing behind soft eyes
No regrets
Would you make me a better man
Than the man I am
I dream of you
I am old school. Grew into a love of poetry because of my interaction with the Beat poets. Sexton, Plath, Ginsberg, Ferlinghetti, O’Hara and others.
This is confessional style poetry like Sexton, Plath, Levertov and others.
I really felt this one.
j.
Not many speak of Beat poets nowadays. The cutting edge has become forgotten. I’m honored by the comparison, although I don’t feel I fit the measure. Thank you.
It does feel confessional in the way that poets dream about life & love, with a tenderness and unabashed desire both calm & brave. It is what the artform exists for.
I’m a romantic who believes the words of Cervantes
Too much sanity may be madness — and maddest of all: to see life as it is, and not as it should be!” ― Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, Don Quixote
That’s an exceptional quote!
One of my favorites, because its true.
This poem feels like a quiet stream of thought turning into a river of longing. I love how it moves between vulnerability and hope–questions of love, time, and becoming a better self flow together with such tender honesty.
Much of my writing is stream of thought. Loving someone because of how they make you feel, then easily becomes, what do I want these feelings – this person want to make me become…thank you for sharing your thoughts and appreciation 🌼
Joe, amigo what a write!
It felt like wearing an old comfy shirt. I love that line. It’s so true. Personally when it comes to relationships I think comfortable is underrated. Yes, we want to be desired and have great chemistry, but comfort is real.
It also means you feel safe. So important for love
Beautifully written
You’re always too kind (but I don’t mind).
Comfortable, at peace, safe, those are priceless feelings.
I’m glad you found yours. Its hard for us “bull in a China shop” types. 🌼
I always feel good when I read you. Maybe that’s too simple of a comment but I don’t always feel that with all the poetry I read and I need that.
Your romantic poetry beautiful and like Adelphina said, comfortable. No pretenses and what I think a lot of us need in this complicated world. I know I do.
I’m so happy to be reading you again.
I haven’t posted.much in a while but I’m glad the blessings pleased you 🌼