Dream
By
Lisa A.Williams
My offering-
was never enough.
Fair haired man,
sipping lemonade
in the garden
knew
it was letting go
I was most afraid of.
White flowers-
sinless
sun thirsty blooms;
release easy for
them,
willingly whisked
away
by soft sweeping
wind,
scattering their
petals
in the
hills beyond
into a summer snow
embracing the freedom
of rootless release
from dying vines
of a soured season.
Fair haired man-
led the way,
I followed .
Turning back, I saw
my chains unravel
into pure earth,
blanketed
in summer snow,
bittersweet taste
upon my tongue.
Beautifully composed and great depth.
ReplyDeletea great write. The sun thirsty blooms line really stuck out for me. The piece has an elegance and a beauty in the sparse weight of the lines. Muchly enjoyed.
ReplyDeleteI like how this starts - and then ends with the "bittersweet taste" that will hopefully lead you away from the chains that hold everyone back.
ReplyDeleteThe strong beginning and flow of this piece, story-like, but not quite, allowed me to see the scene play out in my mind. And the sentiment... the fear of letting go... is so commonly felt, experienced. Noce write. Glad you reposted it.
ReplyDeleteI remember this from the original post. You already know I love, love, love it!
ReplyDeleteThe fear of letting go so resonates. The image of the chains and the sensory detail of the bittersweet taste upon one's tongue all work really well.
ReplyDeleteThis has many images brought to the reader, very good poem.
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