A poem by Isabelle Sorrells
In war,
You don’t waste time
Trying to convince the enemy
Of the veracity of your convictions.
There is no time
For political debate.
Instead,
You fight.
How many of us are still arguing
To an enemy
Who is long since past that?
A poem by Isabelle Sorrells
In my dreams
Of adventure
I wonder –
Would I pursue the same
In the real world?
When the smokescreen is gone
And my vision of roses removed
Will all my romanticized interpretations
Be worth having?
Or am I just kidding myself
With what I want to be?
Would I climb the same heights
In life
That I did
In my dreams?
A poem by Isabelle Sorrells
Clothes soaked to the skin,
Cold shivering bones,
Water dripping from my lashes
And into my eyes,
So I can’t see.
My need for adventure
Makes me keep on.
But my sense of adventure
Makes me relish every part of it.
A poem by Isabelle Sorrells
The winds rock us
The lightning crashes
Water collides,
But we remain on course.
Forever forward
Eternally onward.
Retreat?
We don’t appreciate the meaning of the word.
A poem by Isabelle Sorrells
Without music –
Without Dancing –
Mine would be a very sad soul indeed.
A poem by Isabelle Sorrells
They crack a joke
And everyone laughs.
You laugh along with them –
A laugh without sound,
Contained in the features
Instead of the heart.
A poem by Isabelle Sorrells
Its too bad
When she finally finds someone
Worth her affection,
They feel the same.
Just not for her.
A poem by Isabelle Sorrells
A new year.
A new day.
We are careful to begin
With fireworks and friends
To remind us we share this life with others
And to give us a chance.
A chance to change,
A chance to grow,
And a chance to never carry out our new years resolutions.
A poem by Isabelle Sorrells
He cries and begs for more –
Begs for relief from the pain.
But its not the pain he cries for
But the dependency on the relief.
A poem by Isabelle Sorrells
Sitting on the passenger side
Roof down
And wind whipping my loose hair.
I feel free
And thrilled with adrenaline.
I’m glad I’m not in the driver’s seat
Because with all this hair
And all this wind
I wouldn’t be able to see a thing.
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