The danger of dreams

The girl knew someday she'd be old
That we all run towards death at full speed
And so panicked to fill all her time
She sat on a park bench to plan out her life.

Days passed in thought, for she feared
In her plans she'd forget something vital
She watched toddlers and schoolgirls and parents parade
And swore once she'd finished, to get up and join them.

Yet soon the wood at her back turned to foam
And the dirt at her feet changed to down
The park smelled of home, the air beckoned sleep
And the woman descended to dreams.

...There was a house and smiling husband
And a calendar, filled past and future
With all she wished to do, see, and have
Sailing. Timbuktu. A child of her own...

Outside, the park turned to dark, then to day,
A kick to the foot and she woke to the screaming of play
The old woman stepped out into the street
And saw her youth swept away on a river of children.




Poetry by bluebackpack
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Written on 2010-04-01 at 05:29

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Baskenmütze
wow this is scarryyyy
kinda something I think about a lot
2010-04-01


Rob Graber
Was it John Lennon who defined life as what happens while one is making other plans?

I enjoyed this also for its use of words: "the park turns to dark" is nice, as is the unprecedented couplet to open the last stanza.
2010-04-01



I love this parable. How much time we waste trying to plan out life, when most of it does not follow a script or a plot like novels do. So much of it is about taking risks and engaging in the people and things around us, knowing that they may not necessarily coincide with our fantasies. And every once in a blue moon, we may get lucky and the things we dream about merge with reality.

Nicely executed poem.
2010-04-01


Zoey Jane
Live your dreams rather than spend your life dreaming...
I think this is what you're trying to say in this peice.
Very prosaic...i like the part where the park bench turns to foam...and smells of home :)
2010-04-01