Sometimes I wonder...
do the book characters wait
anticipating--
Till I keep reading...
do they feel abandoned, stuck
deep in dilemmas
Dependent on me--
like "Neverending Story"
(have you read/ seen that?)
At early twelve, motherly words echoed
Of the self, becoming a lady one January eve.
No, it can’t happen, as a pale navel ached when
Another unintended milestone had begun—
Those rubber sneakers fondly overused died
On a pink carpet, that I could not understand
How unusually larger my almond eyes
Woke a year after: Tucking my dear book-
‘Neverending Story- ’ round hips would prance
Through autumn rain finding me at the junction
Of in-betweens ( kid and teenager), confused …
I missed all overgrown sneakers, even PlayDoh
quivering in anticipation that... I might not belong.
( Not entered in any challenge)
Submitted to Brian Strand's Contest 530
Come and see
me without you:
A series of unfortunate events
stand by me
for better or worse.
Four weddings and a funeral
snatch
the neverending story,
where the wild things are
enchanted.
The vanishing,
living in oblivion,
scream
into the wild
field of dreams.
Racing stripes,
dressed to kill
the departed
return to Neverland,
dazed and confused,
missing
stardust.
(Each separate line is a movie title.)
Slightly snowy Bouquet of red roses,
Glowing and shimmering with all color shades of light purple Egypt lilies,
On the forgotten Gods on Earth and in space always ,
Accidentally noticed but then later banned by the Queen of All Snows ,
All steering on it with unrelenting attention intently and carefully ,
marveling at its beauty,
Reflected as in a mirror in miriards of the gloomest color shades in the clouds ,
Evaporates in the endless void of space distances ....
Neverending story
The End
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