September 14, 2007
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A Short Poem and Photo
Promises
prop one up
from day to day.Promises
change color in a hurry,
turn gray
as pastel shades fade.
Declarations
lose that sweet taste -
when broken.Give me a promise
for keeps. And
I will cherish you
forever.
Skydiver aiming for the
Great American
Ballpark
in Cincinnati.
He made a direct hit.
Comments (11)
Both very beautiful Bill!
wow…
Very touching poem ~ so very true ~ thank you.
Lisa.
Having gone through recently a difficult ‘breaking of a promise’ -what’s life if you don’t experience a few of the ups & downs, this was a new one for me- I fully understood your poem, it spoke to me with what I’m dealing with, gave me comfort, and I loved the simplicity and profundity of your words. Thank you, Bill. xo
Promises are fickle little things, aren’t they? Well, actually it isn’t the promise that breaks itself, it’s the person who made the promise who has the power to keep or break it.
And I too would cherish someone who could give me a “promise for keeps.”
Good poem, and that photo is quite something.
Like the poem! Have a good weekend Bill.
reply: No, I didn’t take that banner photo. The layout is a pre-made one that xanga has under the theme section. It is a beautiful photo though.
Thanks for the comment.
Fantastic!
i really enjoyed the poem and i completely understand when it comes to broken promises
‘Promises’ is very clear and simply states its case. The best kind of poetry.
I liked the pic also. I read about the 3000th strike out. You are blessed to have been there.
Awesome