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.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Griffiths Avatar
October 19, 2009 at 6:11 PM
Nice poem Lina, I enjoyed reading it. Thanks for your comments. Pam
Biffany Avatar
October 7, 2009 at 7:04 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
Mason Avatar
August 22, 2009 at 10:09 AM
Very poignant write here, Lena. Hope you can include whatever creative endeavor you choose into your life along with your lab coat ... smile ...
Devonshire Avatar
August 13, 2009 at 11:48 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
Heslop Avatar
August 10, 2009 at 2:42 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
Knop Avatar
August 9, 2009 at 4:56 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.
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