As a young girl I took all my new cotton print dresses discount tags still hanging from plastic strings and moved down the hall into the closet where the dark wool coats and rain slickers kept me company
They never scolded never tattled and never drew a line across the room in neon pink chalk that should never be crossed even though the door was on the other side
I sat there among the shoes streaked green from fresh cut grass and dreamed of the day when the noise would stop
Where endless dreams painted across the sky in pastel watercolors wet on wet would flow down towards my feet and gentle peace would finally be mine forever
And now as a woman I look around me my blond haired pixie dreams screaming from above over the voices of the well painted characters in the latest novel laying half read on the nightstand
Empty cans of diet Coke looking squat beside a cool bottle of Leinenkugel beer on a dresser full of dust and overfilled ashtrays concealing the water stains brown with age that streak through the paintings of my childhood dreams
Maybe Iíve been around the block a few too many times but I havenít drifted far from the closet at the end of the hallway crowded in quiet comfort and innocent thoughts of a watercolor serenity painted in shades of youthful optimism
Oh Man! I can't really find the words to reply to this poem. Wonderful, beautiful? Doesn't seem quite right. I did find this very well expressed and I really enjoyed the read. I'm sorry I can't tell you more, I'm at a loss for words, and no, it's not a bad thing
Florida's Foreverly Shores
Irie - For someone at a loss for words, you said so much and I appreciate it greatly.
Marge - Your responses are always special to me. Thank you.
Sudhir - Sometimes when I want to respond to a poem I've read in this forum, it seems like everyone else has already said what I wanted to say. Next time I will add my own 'ditto' becuase I will remember how much I appreciated your 'ditto' to Marge's words. Thank you.
Denise - Thanks for the ditto. I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Martie - I started to write the poem out of a feeling of disappointment. It ended up writing itself with notes on hopes and dreams. But the sadness was still in there somewhere. Thanks for pointing it out.