p is for pedestal.
In a world of my own invention
You towered above me
And I should have left you there.
Don’t put anyone on a pedestal
Everyone always tells me
I boldly vehemently disagree
In the clouds you were my dream
Whatever I wanted you to be
A convergence of hearts
Of words of imagination
Frozen in idealistic anticipation
Until you crashed through
And fell to me at the foot
Of that majestic pillar
Gave me what I thought I wanted
But reality destroyed fantasy
I lost everything I adored
Because the distance between us
Was the home of our magic
Hope and yearning disintegrated
Because off that giant rock
The dream was no more.
[This is an unintentional companion to my poem imperfection. Sort of the flip side… maybe… kind of. And perhaps p is also for pain.]
© what sandra thinks
Image courtesy of Hajin Bae.
A to Z challenge — a letter a day throughout the month of April (except Sundays) until we reach z.
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Sandra is a writer, sometimes blogger, poet, artist, emotional disaster. She thinks far too much and sleeps far too little. Sandra lives in the Northeastern U.S. but dreams of an oceanfront home in Italy, but she would settle for a non-oceanfront home in Italy. She loves books, brutal honesty, coffee, and the color black. She hates insincerity, beer, whipped cream, and facebook. And she is uncomfortable talking about herself in the third person.
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Yeah, keep me firmly on the ground, I’m bound to fall and I don’t want to break anything! Good one, my dear!
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Thanks Meg!
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Quite interesting.
Mason
Alex’s Ninja Minion
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Thanks
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Heartfelt and poignant, nice writing Sandra.
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Thank you so much.
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Wonderful, I think you’ve captured it exactly. Why do we do that, I wonder? Reality never lives up to the fantasy…
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I know… Why ruin it? I didn’t think we can help ourselves. Of course if the dream man I invent in my fiction ever comes to life, I’m not sure I could resist reaching out and touching… 🙂
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Resistance is futile…
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Good one. Love that final haunting line.
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Thank you!
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