Dreams Dissipate

Staring into java, contemplating life’s journey in the murky swirl of cream

Blowing ripples, as steam breathes life into foggy recesses

Clearing cobwebs, allowing thoughts to clarify as day begins.

 

Taking a sip, a sigh escapes as I lean back into masses of pillows

Eyes closed, I listen to the ticking from my antique clock in the hall

A bong alerts me; my time is at a premium.

 

Sunlight peaks beneath the blinds and sneaks into my room

Chasing shadows and dreams back into the closet to await the night

As I finish the last of my elixir, stretching, uncovering from my cocoon.

 

Padding to the mirror, I stare back at the stranger I have become

My dreams of being an artist, splattered like slashes across a canvas

Replaced by a lab coat, calculations, stats and calibrations.

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

My "reflecting" usually comes later in the day, after the coffee has opened my eyes a bit. Your words describe the thoughts and feelings that many of us have. To be honest, though, your alegiance to things closer to earth is commendable. (It's what most of us do)

[Ed Hart]

Oh yes, so it goes...this way for some, that way for others, but for all of us it cranks our engines, opens the door, and shoos us out of the corral...

[Ladysue]

I agree with Coyote, an outstanding poem....

[Karla Bardanza]

Awesome poem.I loved the last stanza.

[Bella-Marie]

Amazing. Filled with calm and relaxation, and then sadness. Loved it

[Coyote Poetry]

I know the feel of this poem. I wonder how I got where I'm today. The description and story is excellent. We look at our life and wonder where we made the wrong turns. A outstanding poem.
Coyote