I Grew My Dreams Up In a Field
i grew my dreams up in a field
and waited till they turned up strong
i took the one that grew the most
and plucked it well before its time
i put the weed in a jar of glass
to see if i could save it there
the winged seeds in perfect form
afraid should the wind let them fly
i left it there for just in case
and gave it lustful gazes and
i did not touch a single glume
but fed it with potential way
though soon i lost my garden key
and locked my lions and lilies away
overgrown and wild and overwhelmed
but the one in the glass could get no love from me
i've locked myself away since then
and submitted to the bestial claim
let the vines surround my arms
and wonder how my flower did
winter came and killed the weeds
was tangled now in browning string
that crumbled as i pulled away
and left the landscape like a crumpled paper sheet
an abandoned idea stretched before me
in a plane of dying weelding scraps
and clear as ice my view was direct
upon the jar that held my life
all the petals finally fell
weary brown and hunching back
i went to re-collect my prize
to see it bare and the water slick and black
i fell to my knees and fisted the frost
though it melted beneath my heated grip
frantically i dig for another stem
but met only ice and exoskeleton
i woke hours later or perhaps it was some years
but still the sleet like a sheet befell me as i gently stirred
with seeds caught in my hair and clothes
i fell again into a longer sleep.
Copyright © Rachel Temkin | Year Posted 2012
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