The Wonder of it All

I decided to post one last poem for National Poetry Month even though it’s the second day of May.

Love is the subject of this poem. Since there are so many reasons people enter relationships, when a person meets true love, there’s often hesitancy and a sense of disbelief. After being burned so many times by something that was disguised as love, people become shell shocked and suspect that this new “love” will crumble at any time. It’s hard to believe in something you’ve never had the chance to experience, though always wanted to experience. So, maybe you begin to do things to sabotage the real one because you’re so used to the impostors. *shrugs* But that’s just my two cents. So, here’s the poem:

The Wonder of It All

Have you ever wondered
what it’s like to try and
catch the stars in the palm
of your hands? Would the
stars fill up in your hands or
disintegrate like grains of
sand sifting through your
fingertips? Or maybe you’ll
look down and realize
nothing was ever there
to begin with. That’s how
loving you has felt – like
trying to taste raindrops,
trying to catch falling stars,
trying to trace a finger
across the surface of the moon,
trying to steal tomorrow,
trying to fly when
all I can think of is falling.

Peace & Love,


catch a star

Note: I’m currently doing research to find contests to enter some of my short stories and poems. Here’s a few places and dates to keep in mind, if you’re thinking of submitting some of your stuff:

May 15 Deadline – Pirate’s Alley Faulkner Society, William Faulkner — Wisdom Competition; National Book Foundation, National Book Awards

May 30 Deadline – The Writer’s Center, Emerging Writer’s Fellowship

May 31 Deadline – Glimmer Train Press, Short Story Award for New Writers; University of Georgia Press, Flannery O’Connor Short Fiction Awards

Information for each of these is available on the Web. Remember, every day take one step forward, one step toward achieving your goal. Always forward, never back. And that one step could be entering one of these competitions. Good luck! And keep on writing.





About Rosalind Guy

I'm broken & my soul is weary/ my weary soul rebels, fights/ anything & anyone who tries to heal me/I beat my head against a wall of memories/ trying hard to break free from the chain of memories/ I can only be free by saying it so/ i weave a necklace from words and finally/ I find freedom/ free free free. As you can see, words are powerful to me. As Maya Angelou said, words are wallpaper of the soul. I have lots of nightmarish memories that threaten to break me, but I learned a long time ago about the power of words. They can be used to heal and destroy anything that threatens to destroy the person. Words coupled with love have the power to save and heal. I am author of three books: Skinny Dipping in the Pool of Womanhood, Tattered Butterfly Wings, and Blues of a Love Junkie. I am a high school English teacher. I am a former reporter. I am a mother. I am a woman. I am a fierce advocate for those who cannot speak for themselves, those who's voices go unheard. Check out my Amazon author page at the following link:
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