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she sees her lying in a
field of wildflowers
adrift in sweet williams,
asters and pinks
cradled in queen anne’s lace
her hair once the color
of taffy now streaked
gold by the sun
her freckles blending
into honey on her face
she closes her eyes to
drift along with her
feeling the breeze a
silk scarf unfurled
ever so soft as satin
until she hears as
from a distance far
a soft whistle blowing
faintly she nearly feels
an approaching train
but as she opens her
eyes the girl with the
taffy colored hair and
honeyed skin slips
away leaving her
in a small cold room
the whistle from the
tea kettle blowing
louder…steam rising
in the still dank air
she is brought ’round
her eyes glance about at
paint cracked walls to
a chipped tile counter
a clock chiming the hour
as she blinks back hot
salty tears to pull her
ragged sweater about her
she touches a dirty vase
holding a bit of wildflowers
© February 2013
Renee Espriu
This is for dVerse Poets Pub http://dversepoets.com/category/openlinknight/
reneejustturtleflight.com 
oh…felt piece…the change…the image dissappearing to a rather sad existence…something lost perhaps….
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Thanks Brian! I am glad I finally began posting on dVerse and looking at some of the other sites there. I feel inspired.
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The first two stanzas, in particular, are excellent.
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Thank you! I must get to your site and see what you have.
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A truely fascinating writing, great imagery combined with reality.
A pleasure to read.
Ian
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Thanks Ian and so glad you are enjoying some writing here.
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Great poem. Very moving and descriptive.
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Thanks Libby! I need to get over again to your site and catch up!
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Lovely
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Thank You!
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Nice convergence of fantasy and reality.
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Powerful, Renee. The realization that she was only dreaming came as a harsh awakening indeed. Felt this one deeply…very nice.
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I think we all would like to be, at times, somewhere other than where we are…I know I would. I grew up in CA and at times so miss the weather there but then again, it is not the same CA as it use to be and so even the weather could not hold me over time. Thank You!
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oh i wish she would make it to that wildflower field and could leave the cold of the room..made me shiver and feel so sad for her..there’s always hope though…
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I think that is what life is about…hope…for if there was none then where would we be and it is when people lose hope that they are then truly lost. Thanks Claudia!
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Powerful imagination that takes you away to beautiful places…
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Thank You so much!
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I want to hold her hand and run in the fields ..
show her they sky is not there to limit us but to watch over us in amusement 🙂
This sounded a hopeful one to me !
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Thank you and I am happy that you see another side to it as most did not.
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Oh, Renee, this was a heartbreaker. So many little girls have lovely dreams and awaken to the bleak here and now… and there is a lingering nasty aftertaste, since you haven’t actually identified that she is at least in a semi-safe place, you know? Excellent, your heart is so open! Amy
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Thank you Amy! I think so many people have dreams of what they thing their lives should have been or could have been and then there is the reality of the life they are living. So glad you liked this one. Thank you for visiting.
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