There is
No backward
The way is forward.
Not in the dirty martini.
Nor the green day.
Joy cannot be planned.
Some hands open
Only once just
This way.


3 Responses to “Serendipity”

  1. Bill Reed says:

    I like the contemplative nature o this poem, but I find it leaves me tasting the melancholy that knows that no matter how hard I dream what I’ve missed cannot be undone.

    • wordweed says:

      Hey Bill…
      I suppose on one side there is a melancholy, and on the other, possibility. Letting the two coexist is quite a trick, isn’t it?

      Will you remind me of how I can find your work on scribd?

  2. eduardo says:

    love your reminder that, “Joy cannot be planned.”
    It comes to you under its own speed; sometimes unbidden and against seemingly opposing odds.

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