By Joan McNerney
This poem was previously published in Poppy Road Review.
When I was new and the world was new. So many roads to wander under a cerulean sky. Forbidden fruits to savor, forbidden lips to taste. Full of promise, flowers budding on the vine. Their perfume covering my fingertips. I hurried through each day alive with my songs. The moon rose just for me and stars burned just for me Every morning brought sunshine to my window. Another day filled with wonder waiting at my doorstep. Spring was greener then. When I was new and the world was new.
Joan McNerney’s poetry is found in many literary magazines such as Seven Circle Press, Dinner with the Muse, Poet Warriors, Blueline, and Halcyon Days. Four Bright Hills Press Anthologies, several Poppy Road Journals, and numerous Poets’ Espresso Reviews have also accepted her work. She has four Best of the Net nominations, and her latest title is The Muse in Miniature, available on Amazon.com and Cyberwit.net.