"And the Lord God took the man and put him into the garden…. To dress it and keep it".

Poem for April Third.  The last one was for April second.  Enjoy; no questions.

 

DEATH OF A FANTASY

 

I Stretch toward the ceiling, limbs distended

Languid, tentative joy, dead hope

The feeling inside is that of a barren womb

For I will never be able to give birth

To these feelings I carry around inside

Stillborn, though carried full term

Within my inner sanctum

Forbidden fruit—must die

Before tasting life

Breathing—baby’s first breath

 

Like spatters on a canvas

Never a complete picture

Shattered shards of poetry

Not taken to the kiln

Fantasies they remain

Reality closes in

Reminding me such things

Were doomed from imagination’s first flight

 

Yet joy remains, along with dread

For in my life you’ve woven a single thread

Among the drab and colors gray

The gold of you will shine

Reminding me of a time when

Reality was thrown aside

And I feasted on the ‘what ifs’.

I rest, at peace with sweet, fantastic memory.

 

Bonniegirl April 3, 2008