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Dreams Dissipate

Staring into java, contemplating life’s journey in the murky swirl of cream Blowing ripples, as steam breathes life into foggy recesses Clearing cobwebs, allowing thoughts to clarify as day begins. Taking a sip, a sigh escapes as I lean back into masses of pillows Eyes closed, I listen to the ticking from my antique clock in the hall A bong alerts me; my time is at a premium. Sunlight peaks beneath the blinds and sneaks into my room Chasing shadows and dreams back into the closet to await the night As I finish the last of my elixir, stretching, uncovering from my cocoon. Padding to the mirror, I stare back at the stranger I have become My dreams of being an artist, splattered like slashes across a canvas Replaced by a lab coat, calculations, stats and calibrations.

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Pamela Griffiths

Date: 10/19/2009 6:11:00 PM

Nice poem Lina, I enjoyed reading it. Thanks for your comments. Pam

Randy Biffany

Date: 10/7/2009 7:04:00 PM

Hi Lena, Thank you for your comments on my poem "Paper Dreams". You really nailed my intentions on writing this poem. I've enjoyed reading yours as well. Randy

Sue Mason

Date: 8/22/2009 10:09:00 AM

Very poignant write here, Lena. Hope you can include whatever creative endeavor you choose into your life along with your lab coat ... smile ...

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 8/13/2009 11:48:00 AM

Those dreams may seem lost right now, Lena, but they can be resurrected. Your artistry in verse would be so well complimented by your artistry on a canvas! Lovely, sad poem...but hold onto hope. Remove the cocoon and reach out for it. Bless you! Love, Carolyn

Gareth Heslop

Date: 8/10/2009 2:42:00 AM

sounds too familiar...dreams of being a poet or starting a not-for-profit company...instead working as an analyst...never too late to follow your dreams...have you got any examples of your paintings?...grrth

Gert W. Knop

Date: 8/9/2009 4:56:00 AM

Great and very original. And now at this very moment sunlight peaks beneath my blinds, reading your poem. We all need that time for dreams. Love, Gert. And I really enjoyed your comment.