Tadpoles and Broken Hearts

I believe there are three sides to every story
I believe puppies with puppy kisses and wagging tails
I believe the sun, except when it lies
I believe 1986 and 1995, but not 1978
I believe suffering reveals grace and beauty
I believe suffering causes heartache beyond yesterday
I believe irises and lilacs and ruby throated hummingbirds
I believe, though I don’t know why
I believe my dad smiled and my mom frowned
I believe in rain drops on hot dirt roads
I believe canyons should be viewed from above
I believe fear is a liar, except when it tells the truth
I believe no one wants to read this poem
I believe in words
I believe the brokenhearted are blessed
I believe my heart has been broken and healed and broken again
I believe someone understands
I believe tadpoles can’t survive in coffee cans
I believe slugs don’t deserve a festival
I believe love covers more sins than tolerance
I believe I might be wrong, but I don’t believe I am
I believe in mercy

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10/25/18: Shared for Meeting the Bar at dVerse Poets Pub where the topic is repetition. I think this fits, since it uses anaphora.

I am a Jesus Freak, and I don't care who knows it. I am a wife, mother, sister, aunt, daughter, and friend. My blood family is only part of the larger family of Christ that I belong to. I love to write, especially about my dear Savior.

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35 Responses

  1. it is so good to read about the tangible and also intangible beliefs, i am moved to write my won after reading this. it so reminds me of a glad song, being happy with everything we have been blessed with.

    • I’m glad you liked that line and that I left it in. The teacher of the workshop I wrote it in said that line was “not surprising” and could be deleted. But I like it, so I left it in. 🙂

  2. Leave line 13 in… it’s true to what you believed at the time. We can sometimes be wrong in our beliefs! I believe this is a great list poem.

  3. I believe in the power of poetry, and I believe you had me at /rain drops on hot dirt roads/. This poem has a lot of sweep and verve, and its energy puts me in mind of Whitman.

  4. You’re wrong, of course – lots of us do want to read this poem. Great use of repetition – it comes out like a creed, and I love the mixture of the sublime and the mundane.

  5. I believe this pushes against the cardboard boundaries that pen our thinking in, refusing to admit both the ying and the yang, the upsides and the downsides, the straight-forwards and the conundrums of life.
    I gave you all the stars, but somehow the system shaved off half of one. I only believe in computers a little bit.

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