dreams are like the sweet smell
of ambrosia
not like
the bitter of coffee
before her
she sits by the restaurant window
staring at nothing
and seeing everything
perhaps she sees her life
without children
running about
demanding
time
time she doesn’t have and
does not have to give
for life should chord
space and quiet
life should be filled
with writing muses
laced with rainbows
filled with artist
paper
& tools for both
housed in a place
beneath
trees
sprinkled with star dust
a place with fields of
wild flowers so
she can commune
with nature
with her
soul
she is lost in her thoughts
as the restaurant
comes to life
around her
with the laughter of
children
playing
she is reminded that life
hinges on choices
of ambivalence
like her food
turning cold
it is only
new
within the essence
of the moment
© September 2017 Renee Espriu
This is in response to Jamie Dede’s Wednesday Prompt. Read more at
https://jamiededes.com/2017/09/13/hes-a-tumble-weed-a-poem-and-your-wednesday-writing-prompt. The photo below was taken from Morgue File & digitally altered.
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