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
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 wet stage
And empty seats
Under an open sky.
A crowd of two,
Just me and you
Speaking the words
To the play we’ve made.
A poem by Isabelle Sorrells
Left behind
Abandoned for something better
Eyes open to his and hers incompatibility,
Sad at its truth but relieved at the revelation.
Billowing skirts disappear through the hills
Sparks of sunlight glinting off her gown.
When she’s out of sight
He turns back to the music
And finds a new dance.
A poem by Isabelle Sorrells
In a sparkling dress
Of waving skirts
She ran across the field
Her back exposed
To the fresh air and sun –
Never to turn to what she longed them to be again,
Forever facing what they could be made to be.
A poem by Isabelle Sorrells
In his arms she knew
And in her arms he knew
Almost as if it was a law of life
That in this embrace
They were forever themselves,
Forever safe,
Forever Home.
A poem by Isabelle Sorrells
I don’t want a boy to tell me how pretty I am.
I know that.
I just want to know if he likes my kind of pretty.
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