Who do you trust when the ground starts to shift,
And life-altering currents, a sudden, swift gift?
Did you ever find moments, both dazzling and dire,
One step ahead, then ten steps back, through the fire?
Only to find, when the smoke cleared away,
An incredible open door, blazing like day.
It's a beautiful summer, the air hangs so still,
With a sweet, lazy hum on the window sill.
From the sun-dusted street, two clear melodies rise,
A chorus of choice, reflected in eyes.
The Watermelon Man, with his cool, juicy plea,
The Ice Cream Man's jingle, a sweet fantasy.
They pass at the crossroads, a delicious design,
Two beckoning comforts, perfectly aligned.
Who do you pick, when the moment is near?
The refreshing quick bite, or the treat held so dear?
Do you run for the melon, so crisp and so deep?
Or the melting sweet swirl, secrets to keep?
I say neither, for wisdom's a deeper embrace,
You hold the true power, the time and the space.
Beyond the immediate, the craving so brief,
Lies a wider horizon, a profound, sweet relief.
The watermelon could be a pure, cool delight,
A refreshing surprise, bathed in sun's golden light.
Or the ice cream, a cool treat, a sugary quest,
A risk worth the taking, a joy truly blest.
But then, hear the whisper, the call from within,
Your intuition's clear voice, where true paths begin.
Seize the whole day, with a confident stride,
Let your spirit take flight, nowhere to hide.
Run as fast as you can, let your heart lead the way,
Towards the wild dreams that await you today.
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The title says it all, trust yourself and your dreams. There are immediate pleasures that tempt and then there are those that provide a longer lasting enjoyment. Nicely worded with great rhyme and meter this poem presents the issue of trust and in the end the only one that we can trust for sure is ourselves. All else we can try if we have the desire and courage but trust itself only us. Well done
Thank you, Sorenbarrett, for your comment. My poem was to encourage readers to trust their intuition and embrace the broader possibilities that life offers, rather than getting lost in immediate desires. I emphasize finding balance between instant gratification and deeper fulfillment in life’s journey, decisions can reflect deeper truths about our desires and aspirations.
That makes a lot of sense and is most productive. Thinking about the poem again I would take the watch home and put it away.
Excellent write
Thank you so much for your comment.Tony36
You're welcome
Clever rhyming scheme , beautiful metaphors, deep meaning
Nice poetry.....
Thank you so much for your comment.Priya Tamor
My dear friend, there’s something beautifully nostalgic and metaphysical woven into this, like a fable wrapped in summer sunlight. The metaphor of choice—between watermelon and ice cream—feels playful at first, but then deepens into something far more spiritual: the power of intuition, agency, and self-trust. You craft a journey from craving to clarity, and I felt it. Wonderful job! 🌹👏
Tristan Robert Lange, thank you for your kind words, my dear friend. I enjoy your feedback. The best part about you is that you don't dissect it to find anything negative to come after me with, which I appreciate. I love your honesty. I love to have you interpret what I'm writing as if you can see the actual painting that I am painting. Brilliant! I thought I was the only one who could see things that way.❤️
You are most welcome, my friend. I do my best to analyze, though I am sure I am not always spot on. 🤣 As for people looking for the negative...they do exist, don't they? I hope you are not finding that here on this site, but if so, ignore them. You're too talented to be wasting time on people looking to tear others down. Keep being you and building others up with your heart through your words. You rock; let the haters roll...away, hopefully 🤣
The title inherent to your chosen username baffles me now since I fail to see how it played out in the piece which took me down fantasy lane to drop me off theoretically in a field of wildflowers. Fascinating. Prettily rendered with curious imagery and a haunting poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
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