Secrets and Dreams
Then life itself thundered past my guard
Conveyed on thorough bred stallion
Making random runs, crisscrossing
On my delicately woven colour rich tapestry
A lovingly created patchwork quilt, my persona
Great swathes of aubergine secrets and tangerine dreams
Haphazardly trampled under unrelenting hooves
Spilling into a polluted cloud of dust
Swirls of turbulence grind nurtured imaginings
Energy spent, shattered aspirations tumble and fall
Feverish repairs to replenish my quilt, guardian of what is me
Hopes, aspirations hidden in the fabric of rich imaginings
New directions, friendships or new love, filaments in the weave
Attempts to reign in my life, meets with limited success
Secrets and dreams painstakingly re-sewn will never be the same
<Deleted User> (5646)
Tue 8th Jul 2008 22:50
Great swathes of aubergine secrets and tangerine dreams. Oh i love that line, full of texture!
Wonderful imagery in this poem, even though it feels like a part of life has been scattered to the four winds. So full of texture.
Thankyou, Janet.x