If Only Life Was Simple

If only….

If only, there were as many hotdog buns as wieners
If only, there were as many parking spots in the parking lots as there are drivers
If only, there were as many rehab centers and programs as there are actors

If only, there was a store that sold single socks to pair with the ones eaten by the dryer
If only, there was a fast food chain that sold calorie smart meals
If only, there was a book with all the answers to the questions yet asked

If only, there was as many jobs as there are unemployed
If only, there was as many beds in shelters as there are homeless
If only, hospitals required no insurance

If only, there was a collective of brilliant research inventors standing by with cures
If only, there was a consortium to provide rational, thoughtful guidance to eager listeners
If only, there was a united world

If only, there a perfect love for every heart
If only, there was a word for love that meant the same thing but didn’t frighten
If only there was a way to say what was in your heart without speaking

If only, there was a sound that expresses what a heart feels when it’s kissed by love
If only, there was a positive one-word description of a heart hooked on love besides, manic, insane, and unstable
If only, there was a way to understand the heart of another

If only, there was a way to know if you are laboring under misapprehensions
If only, there was a way to know if love given will be returned at some point
If only, there was a way to love regardless if you know once it’s given it will never come back

If only, there was a pill for the pain of a clinically sound but broken heart
If only, there was a place to hide until you found your pride
If only, there was a way to trust again and not hold new lovers responsible for the sins of others

If only the lover liked bunless hotdogs topped with onions, mustard and sweet relish
If only the lover didn’t care if the socks were mismatched
If only there was insurance for lovers that paid for therapy before, during, and after, if needed
If only there was class that taught lovers listening skills
If only new and old lovers read poet’s words on love and knew how to speak it
If only lovers learned to ride the wave rather than fighting the current of their overwhelming passions
If only lovers were honest at all turns rather than breaking one another’s heart slowly
If only lovers stood tall without exception

If only….

Life were this simple…

What have I missed?

 

writing prompt: Simplicity

 

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I’m a writer and hoarder of one-size-fits-all panty hose. Until the hose fits over my bum, I write to provide an alternative view on writing and perfection.

42 thoughts on “If Only Life Was Simple

    • I don’t know, K, I think I could have kept going but then I’d have to start a third novel and I think I should finish the second one before starting a 3rd…

  1. On a serious note, this one can be so hard to do sometimes: “If only, there was a way to trust again and not hold new lovers responsible for the sins of others”
    On a more fun note, why is it that there are never enough hot dogs buns? 😉

    • Oh, Kelly.. your are spot on. It can sometimes take a while to get over the past, but then I wonder if we ever do? Something to ponder. I’m not sure about the hotdogs and buns. That line was contributed by Max, my son. When I asked him what to write about that was his reply so I went with it.

  2. Ahhhh, so true.
    I agree; you’ve covered plenty.

    How about :
    If only the sun would shine a little brighter on the days we cannot find it at all?

    I’m reminded on the song “If” by Bread after reading this post!!

    • Asta… It must be age, I had forgotten about that Bread song ( or maybe I am pretending I am too young to know who they were)..Yes, the sun should shine brighter.. although I should confess, I do love a gloomy and stormy day.

  3. “if only there was a way to know if we were lavishly under misapprehension”. That gave me a moment to breathe. *sigh*. Just thinking about that helps me let go of so many needless worries and reminds me that everything works out in the end;).
    If only I had the words to express my heart to my dying mother. I am praying for that one right now.
    Beautiful post;)

  4. What an absolutely brilliant piece of poetry Brenda, you’ve captured so many thoughts, so many ideas’s beautifully. The repetition reminds me of undulating waves in the ocean that hold aloft and bear the weight of the questions. Fantastic!

  5. Life is that simple, especially “If only, there was a way to love regardless if you know once it’s given it will never come back.”

    Except for the one about the hot dog buns, I never did understand that…

  6. “If only lovers were honest at all turns rather than breaking one another’s heart slowly”

    That is a powerful statement, Brenda. I cannot top it. It humbles me.
    So I’ll add a “lighter” one: If only every pair of earrings I purchased came with backings so I wouldn’t lose them so often. Now that would be practical.

  7. What if there WERE stores that sold single socks? I mean, seriously! Why aren’t there? I know that’s not really the point of this post, but it’s BRILLIANT!

    • Emily – I know! It feels like I am always buying socks because the pairs are eaten by the dryer. I really do not know where the go. Smiles.. and enjoy your snow day and your beautiful girl.

  8. If only there was a place to hide until we find our pride. ~ If only there’s a pill to set us free from self-invented inadequacies. If only we could trust our Goodness more. All the ‘if only’s in the world might make us heartbreak-free. But I’ve heard that some heart-cracks are necessary and they might make us even more precious people than we are. (It’s hearsay with some budding truth.)

    So … well …

    Hey, on another note, if only we all have enough time to read all the stories we’d love to read, and write all the stories in us, huh?

  9. “If only, there was a place to hide until you found your pride” Love this one!! All are great – if only life was simple.

    • I do sometimes wish there was a place to hide my head while come to terms with whatever it is I am befuddled by.. even if it’s my own self. Thanks much for stopping by.

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