A simple shoebox, repurposed
with plastered images of dreams –
paper affirmations of aspirations –
shelved and forgotten, its contents
snapshots, faded and torn, remnants
of another time, a different future –
captured when potential was prime
and possibility untainted by illness
This one was retirement – a supposed
celebration – but note how the colour
has drained the cracks obliterating
pride of accomplishment; and notice
how this one crumbles to the touch –
the fragments dissipating even as
my life has dissipated, the image
lost before memory resurfaces, so
much loss when circumstance dictates
direction, overpowers will, and plans
like snowflakes, vanish in the heat
of reality – pain and insult burning
But wait…this one looks promising –
the edges only slightly torn, the image
discernible – could it be that there is
hope yet – a future author I might be?
That’s the thing about times to come,
we fill them with imaginings, and pray,
our hope, like balloons set free in a sea
of unforeseen challenges, and seldom
does the end result reflect projected
plotting, and yet, there is power in
the dreaming, and so I’ll replace the old
with new photographs to store away.
(This is a rerun of a rerun. Still resonates. Image my own)
You have such a calming voice! Great writing too! đ¤
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Thank you!
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Your voice is amazing. Outstanding verbal poetry dear friend.
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Thanks so much
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You are welcome VJ.
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Some reruns are so worth it. A timeless poem…there is power in dreaming!
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So true. Thanks.
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You’re welcome!
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The last stanza is so full of hope! â¤ď¸
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Thanks
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Wonderful words and image. I have been thinking a great deal lately about the ageing process and death…..but in spite of that….as is the case in your words – I see and feel hope – each day heralding new beginnings….
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It’s an interesting dichotomy, isn’t it! Thanks Janet.
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It is indeed
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Que lindo!
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Wow, love the words here, and how it turns in the end to inspire hope. We do not know what wonders the future may hold. Our hopes, prayers and attitude may take our path in a new and grand direction…
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Thanks Lisa!
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Such a great poem V.J.
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Love this line
“and plans
like snowflakes, vanish in the heat
of reality â pain and insult burning”
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Your poetry is very powerful. Masterful!
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thank you!
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I LOVE the last stanza!! It tastes so sweetly of hope.
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It’s always to be found if we dig deep enough, right?
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Right!
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