The Dream of What Once Was

PAD Challenge-day 4 Two-for-Tues.

Write a dream poem, and/or...

Write a reality poem.

Sometimes I can't help but be re-astonished

by the estranged proximity

of outgrown dreams, where Bygone streams

with spent reality!

\...where rooms once full of mess/life have granted

the bitter sweetness of tidy silence... 

The messy rooms that made me lose

My patience, taunt me now

The days when I tripped over shoes

Have disappeared somehow

The constant noise of girls and boys

Adrift on childhood’s dreams

Have granted me the hard-fought joys

Of not-all-as-it-seems

 Who knew silence could thunder

In the aftermath of Then

 Where I dare not miss what yet is

While coveting the ‘When’

But embrace the Reality

Of Here and Now because

What waits to be will soon become

The dream of what once was

© Janet Martin