not over the rainbow

 

 

 

i want my life

in sepia tones, as when

dorothy returns

 

to the dreary farm

to see huck and auntie em

 

i want a dreary life

with gingham

even if the check is dull

 

i want to cook a simple meal

and put it before my north country girl

and bring her coffee made

from a maxwell house can

that i bought at the corner market

 

for her

 

i want to hang sheets from a clothes line

our sheets

full of love and sleep and passion

 

i want to watch her

as she drives off to work for the day

and be there when she comes home

 

then, i want the color to come

and confirm 

that all this is real, and not a dream,

exactly as it isn't

in oz

 

 

 

~~~

 

 

 

i thought i saw her yesterday

but no

only someone who reminded me of her

 

it hurts

knowing she is out there

and we let it go

without giving a chance

 

because we had significant others

that seem less significant now

 

 

 

~~~

 

 

 

i can be fatalistic about this

or sad

 

 

 

~~~

 

 

 

i have to go

i don't have time 

to make this a real poem

 

and if i did have time

i don't know what i'd say

 

it is what it is

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 





Poetry by one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-05-02 at 15:26

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This poem is very real and honest. I love the feelings in this one. I am sharing similar feelings and fully understand the desire to find her. I stayed in Sweden one extra week wishing for those same wishes but reality calls and I travel back to panama tomorrow. Big time jetlag coming up, but I,'ve lived a dream.
Good luck to you. Dreams can come true.+
2015-05-03


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Nudge, nudge, wink, wink. You got a fine poem out this, especially that upper part. It's dynamite.
2015-05-03


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Yes it is what it is. A very nice snippet of how you feel. And it is a poem really.
2015-05-03


countryfog
"One sees desire at last not as something to satisfy but as something to live with." (William Bronk)

Easier said than done, especially when one is young.
Sometimes losing all the things that something might have been is harder than losing something as it actually was.
2015-05-03