The Dreams Laundry

about childhood dreams and losing them

one day I found a doll in the garden 

hidden amid lilac bushes

maybe someone wanted to bury a dream

I bathed it and dressed it clean

she was looking towards me cross-eyed

a shard of clear sky shining in her blue eyes

 

in my new house there were no more dolls

I wanted to kill all forgotten dreams one by one

I threw away my good luck charms

I burnt my first poetry notebook

I gave away my summer hats

I lost my silver jewelry box

 

now I see myself in a cloudy mirror

there are shadows like wounds

between the eyes’ and the lips’ corners

it is not certain if I smile or cry

 

I shall clean the glass with peroxide

and surgical gloves

then I shall let the window wide open

because more light is the best disinfectant

Author's Note

These photos are mines, I was so little then, I couldn't understand what lies behind that mirror.

Reviews

[Marie]

You can throw away every keepsake, every memento...but you can't throw away dreams. Or someone else will pick them up, like a desderted doll in a garden...

[Cristina Moldoveanu]

Maybe you are right, dreams are always a apart of our selves.

[Dr. Wood ?]

I don't think that we ever understand what lies behind the mirror.....This is a sad yet somehow cheerful piece...I would hate to lose the child that still resides inside me

[Cristina Moldoveanu]

Thanks, I am happy you understood :)