No matter what our dreams are, no matter if they are small dreams, temporary dreams, or humongous dreams, for most of us, there are times they seem impossible. It may be merely a shadow of doubt, or a full scale attack on our emotions, but it happens. Even when our now dreams are closer or we have succeeded at prior dreams, it weighs us down.
I did not contact Born Free yet. I know many would say, just do it, the money will come… I know, but the house is still hanging out by itself, allowing us to throw our money away on a house that stands ignored, so to speak. So, lack of sleep and frustration leads me back to my poetry. It is National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo), after all.
So, even as I lament one dream that remains not yet lived, I live another: my poetry and blog dreams are alive and kicking!
Relegated Memories
Her mind wanders past memories
of smiles worn, laughter shared,
past trips planned and dreams madeto stop on what-if-not a dreary place where laughter curdles,
smiles sag like clothes too big
for a single body to fill,
and dreams fade, corners bend,
edges tatter -Unfit for keeping in mind’s forefront,
she relegates them to rot
in desperation’s pile,
saved for the distant momentwhen enough.becomes.enough and self-preservation
lights the darkened corner
just enoughto.read.between faded lines of dreams
Marcia McLees Bogaert
04/28/08
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