Paradise, in couplets. Untitled. It might be obvious to those who know me, but this was written about Wrigley Field in Chicago. Home to the Cubs. Home to me. Writing prompt courtesy of Read Write Poem.
Paradise, Untitled
There is no place I know
Where the grass is greener
The sky is blue
The sun shines bright
Even in a rain delay
Mind over matter they tell me
Besides, people only see
What they want to see
All I know is
It feels like home
The space between us
Is lined with chairs
Rows and rows
Waiting patiently to be filled
When I’m there
I’m never alone
But I always feel
Like the only one
Bases loaded
It’s been too long
I’d stay forever
If they would let me
You’re in my heart
I must get back to you
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Wrigley...paradise for sure....I was there way way back....when the GREAT Ernie Banks played ss...and the ivy on the wall....and no night ball back then...and Jessica is awsome...my oldest daughters name....ansd well Pink Floyd and Doors...all paradise indeeed....its all paradise Jess...keep up the writing
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