Saturday, 14 July 2012

Dreams

Words used: drown point depth aspect dart frenzy floating clutter ageing detangle

Dreams

She stood on a corner drowning in dreams
At a point in the tangle of clutter she knew
As life, from a depth of despair, cold and shadow
A door into darkness she'd had to walk through.

She wished she could live like the girls in the movies.
Each aspect of life seemed so perfect for those
Who lived with the yards and the new painted houses
And viewed her like dirt down the length of each nose.

She thought how she'd dart in a frenzy to flee them
Into the clutter of tenement rooms.
Aging, like drugs, was a state to confuse her
She was part of the street, with its discarded blooms.

But out in the sunlight a garden was growing,
With fish floating by in a hand crafted pool
And dreams turned to hope for a break in her future
Where people were kinder and life not so cruel.

c 2011 Pam H. Murray

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