papermade dreams

by Lindsay Sanders

make paper flowers
from the pages of old
schoolbooks and spread
them across your room as
if they are freshly picked
from a grand garden full of
pink posies that melt in the

make paper kites from
pages of worn, old journals
and carelessly fly them
in the crystalline rain that
mixes with my tears as
i watch them fall to the
dirty ground like broken

are children pressing all
our hopes and dreams into
paper kites and flowers that
quickly wither and fall to
the ground only to be soon
forgotten by the ones who
loved them most.

{and the orphic trees cry for our loss.}


Author's Note: i wrote this a couple nights ago. it's strange how stuff comes out of my brain so quickly that i don't even know what i am talking about until i read what i just wrote. woo first poem of '04! :)

Posted on 01/02/2004
Copyright © 2021 Lindsay Sanders

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Anita Mac on 01/02/04 at 09:35 PM

I love the wording and imagery...

Posted by David R Spellman on 01/06/04 at 04:15 PM

Great symbolism here of the passing of youthful dreams and expectations. The use of different angles - flowers grounded and kites flying adds much, especially when brought together by them both falling, withering and forgotten. Very well done.

Posted by Melinda Sordino on 01/06/04 at 05:28 PM


Posted by Max Bouillet on 01/06/04 at 06:33 PM

There are so many lessons that can be gleaned from this verse. The one that touches me the most is the impermanence of those things that are loved so intensely. Thank you for sharing this.

Posted by Richard D Frederick on 01/07/04 at 02:06 AM

very nice! the imagery of the poem is frozen in my mind like a snapshot.

Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 01/08/04 at 03:54 PM

Colorful symbolism perhaps of aspirations and dreams that do not make it though vivid at first! Their beauty in just being even though brief their stay.

Posted by Cole Miller on 01/29/04 at 04:49 AM

I can't even describe this, it's just, amazingly beautiful, makes me think of rain, for some reason, i get a whole feeling/scene in my head from just reading this...

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/06/07 at 02:24 PM

I love the "you", the "i", and the "we" of this. The imagery is terrific - the describing of childlike activities in an adult experience.

Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 05/22/07 at 01:33 AM

Flowers of knowledge and planes of thought that crash in tears, love the images this brings.......

Posted by Melissa Arel on 09/15/07 at 12:21 AM

geez. this is an amazing poem.. i really dig the "you", "i", "we" & the childhood imagery. nice. :)

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