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Distant Dreams
by Alisa Jswere we not to meet at half past three?
on the day of reckoning
where stars stoically
showered blessings
across these fields
so ready for that harvest,
we planted all those years ago...
I waited under the mango trees
dripping sweet with promise
how their fragrance filled the breeze
wafting,
taunting lucious whiffs of passion
sweeping to where we weren't ...
I turned and shook the flowers free
and walked alone
towards that long ride back
to where I no longer wish to be,
without you by my side ...
drink this bitter pill, my dear
crushed with something hot,
the closest I have to what I get
to where you're not...
my world is now a quiet place
a vacant span,
from where I stand
to what I seek,
find release
and give the best I've got
to distant dreams ... 03/15/2007 Posted on 03/16/2007
Copyright © 2024 Alisa Js
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Janine Euladia on 03/16/07 at 09:19 PM I was under that fragrant mango tree too.. great discriptions of such dissapointments! |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/20/07 at 06:16 PM I really enjoyed this bitter pill of a poem Alisa, made sweet by the push and pull tide of your words. Aloha from soon to be warm Ottawa! |
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