Sunday, November 30, 2008

SUNDAY IS FOR POETRY: Second



Motionless, I run to you.

Alone, I lie in your arms.

Frightened, your music calms me.

Hungry, your love sates me.

Ready to give up, your words stead me.

Being second isn't easy,

But I continue to dream.




**written by petra michelle**

http://whoseroleisitanyway.blogspot.com/

8 comments:

Hello Mary Lou said...

Very nice.The picture goes perfectly. You are all decorated for Christmas too.

i beati said...

I'm feeling it - you asked about striped pjs = prison camp kids..I have missed hearing from you .sandy My quiet ends tomorrow..sk

Mama Zen said...

I think that this is one of my favorites!

Chandini Santosh said...

Being the second and being in the middle - is where all the action is, my dear friend, all the action and all the sorrows!
I have posted the last ever love note I received. Do read.

eric1313 said...

Keep dreaming. What else is there to do? One day, it will be the dream you knew was there all along.

Tipper said...

Beautiful-and bittersweet Petra. I like Eric1313's comment-he's right you have to keep dreaming and hoping.

storyteller said...

Thanks for dropping by Small Reflections recently. Sorry it's taken me a while to visit. I'm so far behind on everything I may never catch up, but I'm doing what I can bit by bit. I do recall visiting you when you just started blogging ... and reading some of your poetry and looking at the images I'm impressed with your progress. Way to go. This one is amazing ;--)
Hugs and blessings,

JR's Thumbprints said...

As a realist, this poem speaks to me about dedication. Nicely done.