A Box of Photos

There was a loud crash in the hallway
After pulling out the Parcheesi
And other dusty boxes that
House fragments of faded memories
Falling to the floor
                            The photos
Spill from the carton
                            Fluttering
To rest on the floor

- – -

We come from the land of hibiscus
And plastic happiness
                            Like so many
Verdant kisses, it whispers a
Foggy dream of the eternal
Whatever you fancy
                            If only
Dreams were guarantees you could
Redeem like coupons
                            Exchanging
Them one by one like so many
Printed promises
                            Yet we wither
Under a foreign sun
                            Languishing
Against a backdrop of broken
Dreams

- – -

This one particular snags my eye
Resting against the baseboard;
The photo of our trip where we
Promised each other to never
Grow stale in the easy stagnancy
Of home life and monthly bills
We would traipse across the rough globe
For perils unknown
                            As we learned
The language of the world
                            Which deals
Solely in broken dreams and dreams of
The broken
                            Though we didn’t yet
Know the quiet terror awaiting
Us upon our return from paradise                                

Hibiscus

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  1. Wow! This was a terrific poem. Love the flow of it as well as the last lines that speak of a life so far from what had been imagined. My favorite line: “The language of the world which deals solely in broken dreams and dreams of the broken”
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  2. WOW !! The land of hibiscus….That plastic happiness….Foggy dream of the eternal….printed promises…broken dreams….. Can poetry be done better than this ? Totally Amazing !! The flow is magical. Love it ! xx
    Lala Rukh recently posted…The Red LetterMy Profile

  3. This is gorgeous, Natalie! I always love your poetry. There are so many great images in this, but I really love “If only dreams were guarantees you could redeem like coupons” – and I love the chill in those last few words.
    Suzanne recently posted…Writer’s BlockMy Profile

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