Sara Kendrick Poet Sonnet

Notes About The Poem

Crayon Box Dreams

Yellow, happy dreams gone up in argon
Dancing dreams in laced clouds rained down to earth
White lights which give darkness a come-on
Youth's dreams, high-minded dreams what were they worth 

Sometimes sleep comes upon an aging body
Resting in afternoon's sun-filled room
Wrinkles exposed don't match the clothes shoddy
Just for a rose-colored visit he said then vroom

If only he could have lived up to those dreams
If only he hadn't drunk the first drop 
His life could have been filled with rainbow streams
My sun-filled room wouldn't be his last stop

Crayon box dreams can become reality
He passed while I made our afternoon tea   

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Andrea Dietrich June 27, 2025 at 5:03 PM Wow. Very nice sonnet. Congrats on a well deserved win Sara Kendrick June 28, 2025 at 1:30 AM Thank you, Andrea. I appreciate the visit and kind review of my work. Sara K

Sotto Poet June 15, 2025 at 6:51 AM Sara, your sonnet is really poignant. Drinking can lead to early death, hurting loved ones in the process. Congratulations on your top win.

Miranda Hawley June 14, 2025 at 5:11 PM The last line made the poem sad. Congratulations on your win in my contest. Sara Kendrick June 15, 2025 at 4:53 AM Thank you, Miranda, for personally saying congratulations. Sara K

Valsa George June 12, 2025 at 8:53 PM Excess drinking can lead one to his unanticipated death. If he had lived a more disciplined life, perhaps he could have realized his 'crayon box dreams'. A powerfully moving sonnet, dear Sara. Sara Kendrick June 13, 2025 at 4:41 AM Yes, Valsa, drinking can cause an early demise destroying one's family along the way. If a person adds smoking into the mix that can totally wipe out a person's health. Thanks for the kind review. Sara K

James Peranteau June 9, 2025 at 12:33 PM my precious poet, reading you through the yearz, I feel that I know a small share uv your beautiful heart....so I feel safe to say, there will be the day where you will open your arms to fit your poppa right in close to you for the welcoming hugz, and you'll soon, soon soon after that, forget the hell and enjoy Jehovah God Almighty's promise uv "Paradise and no more sorrow"...much love Sara Sara Kendrick June 9, 2025 at 4:40 PM Thank you, James for the encouraging words. My biological father was not in my life because I was put up for adoption. However, this poem is not altogether about him or me. It a little mixture of poems, short stories, and books I have read over the years. Especially a poem written by Robert Frost. Sara K

Len Gasun June 8, 2025 at 7:53 AM A superb sonnet my dear poet friend Sara. When I was in grade school learning at public school, I knew some classmates of mine who'd gone through difficult childhood like this because of their parent's vices. I was praying that they'll change. Thanks a lot for sharing this gem dear Sara. I'm sure this will score high. Good luck always. Hugs Sara Kendrick June 8, 2025 at 8:47 AM Yes, Len, the pain of an upbringing in a home where there is addiction or abuse is a lifelong emotional influence on the whole family. I feel for those who have gone through such trauma. Thanks for your visit. Sara K

Victor Buhagiar June 7, 2025 at 1:13 AM An interesting and well composed sonnet. Think I saw it in some contest. If so best for a win. Sara Kendrick June 7, 2025 at 3:11 AM Yes, Victor, I did enter it in a contest. I don't know if it will be on the winners' list. I guess the future will hold the secret. Sara K

Anne-Lise Andresen June 6, 2025 at 2:00 PM - "Just for a rose-colored visit" ... it didn't turn out like that at all ... a deeply sensitive poem, Sara - Best wishes in the contest :) - Have a lovely weekend :) - hugs Sara Kendrick June 6, 2025 at 2:09 PM Anne-Lise, no it did not turn out like that at all, but I think he knew he was going to die. Thanks for the visit and nice review. Sara K

Paula Goldsmith June 6, 2025 at 11:28 AM Your "Crayon Box Dreams" is a powerful write. Childhood and life can be very hard. "Good Luck" if for a contest. Have a very blessed day writing away......... Sara Kendrick June 6, 2025 at 1:35 PM I did enter it in the contest, Paula. I don't know if it is what the sponsor of the contest wanted but the thoughts came so I wrote. Thanks for the nice comment. Sara K

Anne Winter June 6, 2025 at 8:49 AM Dear Sara, oh this was so heavy to read, a very deeply emotional poem. “If only he hadn't drunk the first drop” brought tears in my eyes. A moving piece, very nicely penned. Best, Anne Sara Kendrick June 6, 2025 at 1:34 PM Anne, yes, youth sometimes don't think deeply enough to choose wisely. Thank you for the nice review of my work. Your time spent here is appreciated. Sara K