Barbara Writes
Barbara Writes
Dec 09, 2011

The grass really is greener on the other side

There's trouble brewing in the bushes
Green foliage fading around the edges
Leaves turning brown, eaten through by insects

On the other side, flush green grass grows
Oak and pine stand tall among the fruit bearing vines
And I peer into the unknown, unlike my own

Some imply grass is not greener on the other side
It may be a mirage in the desert of my trials and endeavors
But, the grass really is greener

I think a lot about traveling to the other side
The trouble here, I know very well
But, the problems there, I know not at all

Even if I were to wander and find love, what else is hidden that hurts more?
The hurts I'm use to here, I know and understand
The hurts there, I may eventually find, worse than mine

Even then, the grass really is greener on the other side
Because, the grass here is dead as in wintertime
And it's summertime over there

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: United States, USA

Favorite Poets: Billy Collins

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Comments

lou

lou

13 years 4 months ago

i think this is an interesting way to deal with the theme maybe you could concentrate on the longing for what someone else has got , the inner turmoil. Or maybe look at the stale and baron side and then bring in the green and dewy freshness that you long for, ending with you stepping through the looking glass into a mirror image, there is no lushness there.

Lou