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Secrets and Dreams

 

 

Then life itself thundered past my guard

Conveyed on thorough bred stallion

Making random runs, crisscrossing

On my delicately woven colour rich tapestry

A lovingly created patchwork quilt, my persona

 

Great swathes of aubergine secrets and tangerine dreams

Haphazardly trampled under unrelenting hooves

Spilling into a polluted cloud of dust

Swirls of turbulence grind nurtured imaginings

Energy spent, shattered aspirations tumble and fall

 

Feverish repairs to replenish my quilt, guardian of what is me

Hopes, aspirations hidden in the fabric of rich imaginings

New directions, friendships or new love, filaments in the weave

Attempts to reign in my life, meets with limited success

Secrets and dreams painstakingly re-sewn will never be the same

◄ Call My Bluff

Cross the Crimson Tide ►

Comments

<Deleted User> (5646)

Tue 8th Jul 2008 22:50

Great swathes of aubergine secrets and tangerine dreams. Oh i love that line, full of texture!
Wonderful imagery in this poem, even though it feels like a part of life has been scattered to the four winds. So full of texture.
Thankyou, Janet.x

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