Stedan Poetry (135)

The First chance

When one sees a photograph so sublime,
Does ones heart toe the line,
Or does it skip the beat,
to send that rush of love from head to feet,

We look and scour the forums views,
to find our soulmate from the hues,
We take that first step of hope,
and prose our lines to scope,

We sit back and await,
to see if words have hit the bait,
Our eyes glued to the message box,
All senses a tingling like a fox,

No bells or buzzers to make you hear,
When one message does appear,
You see the text with eyes a water,
Am I a lamb going to the slaughter,

You read the words from your comfort zone,
and realise that your still alone,
though heartfelt the words may be,
the message reads your not for me.

Your first message had me on my toes,
Searching for right lines to say, to use the right prose,
You asked me how I would feel about friendship from a distance,
I replied that I was looking for more than that in this instance,

You asked me if travel would be a problem for some,
I replied these are obstacles that can be overcome,
You asked me if I could repair a broken heart,
I replied we should have more communication for a start,

You asked me if I could give a love that was true,
I replied tell me all the things that have made you so blue,
You told me of all the pain you had been through and that youd` been wronged,
I replied with words of comfort so true that helped you again to be strong,

You asked if I could be the one for You,
I replied your feelings have really shone through,
You asked me when can we have our first date,
I replied the details have been sent to you, so dont` be late,

When ones mind is not at rest,
one strives to do the best,
you look back over the years,
and try hard to keep back the tears,

Does life have any real meaning or is it just insane,
So many players out there doing all they can to gain,
I have had so many setbacks and been through the mill.
Yet here I am standing still,

I look back and ask myself could I have done more,
in some things yes, I could have for sure,
do I carry any grievances or grudges,
not really, you could call them smudges,

Some years have been happy and fulfilling,
others you wished you had done the killing,
life is all about living,
and also can be so unforgiving,

You read words that someone wrote,
and in your mind you can easily quote,
do these carry any feeling or just passive notes,
your heart tells you things and your conscience revokes,

When things get too hard to understand we turn to Gods hand,
we ask the questions, just tell me what you planned,
dreams and futures we all aspire,
just to find that it is a liar,