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PORTRAIT OF MY DREAM
When I show you the soil of my soul, will you laugh at the dreams which have blossomed inside?
There, remains no weed nor wickedness, nor room for envy or deceit. My tiller has worked long and hard.
In my family portrait stands one lone flower in a
field of briar and thistles, constantly I struggle against their choking off my roots, strangling me,...
I must continue my climb against entrophy.
Within this field I somehow managed to keep my head upwards.
Within this field of darkness and pain I dared not look down, or away from the light that shown so brightly above. Warming me, nourishing me.
My tears became my own life giving water.
My tears became toxic to the very weeds which were
trying to strangle my roots. One by one they died. Leaving this tender fragile flower standing alone, my only companion was the light above.
That, was enough to sustain me for a while. I could cry no more. My tiller cleared the field and called for dark clouds to cover me for a while and I became very afraid. Then, the rains came softening the earth, allowing
me to stretch my roots deeper into Gods earth.
I was afraid no more.
Never had I ever felt so free! Rooted, I felt I could fly unhindered to the eagles nest.
Rooted, I could sing my own sweet song across the meadow. Rooted, I could dance upon butterfly wings and feel the freshness as they kissed my wounds. They soon brought friends, who sang my own songs. Eagles and sparrows brought me seeds of hope, dropping them upon my fresh field. My
tiller watched, as daffodiles and daisies began to flourish over my once barren meadow. He sends rain and sunshine. He allows no weeds to grow upon his field.
My family portaint is now filled with newness. Colorful,...
more colorful than any rainbow. No color brighter than the other. No color of less importance for it is all together that we make the portrait complete.
Their beauty is my hearts reflection. I want them to never die, so I continue to fight entrophy.
I choose to love, and grow. That, is their nourishment.
If they die, it would be due only to my own death.
I choose to live. I choose to stand against the war of the weeds.
My tiller watches.
He has nutured me. He has given me a smile to light the world. He has placed the moon within my eyes so I may see through the darkness of life. My wish is to watch new meadows grow upon the earth. My wish is to grow, and to
dance within your meadow and sing to you the song of my tiller.
To love you as he loves me. Our meadows may be distant, but I hear the songs therein. Your songs are ever present in my heart, keeping you ever present in my
thoughts.
Ever present, as life.
So very beautiful - your dream! I just arrived at your site, and this is the first I have read of you. Already, I can tell that we will become fast friends because you see the beauty of life as it can be and must remain. It is a funny coincidence, because I just read your biography and your profession is the same as mine for awhile. That can be saved for another time. Right now I am eager to wander a little more within your hall. The next time you visit me you might want to take a minute to read The Land Of My Dreams. Thank you for this beautiful insight into the person that is you. Because of it I am off to read more. Loved it! ~Lesa~
Interesting and most insightful piece of work, Val...smilesz..particularly the development and sense of flow in it... but why is it written as prose? Hhhmm... just a thought of mine. Smilesz.
Very intense and emotional. Very moving. Excellent work!
You capture such a beautiful and powerful image of hope and perseverence in the creation of a present which makes that lone flower feel the love and happiness which should be felt by all. I can relate to this since I, like many unfortunately, had to "weed out" my field in order to begin a life surrounded by people who share a common respect and love for one another. Your poem is an inspirational account of how wonderful it feels to take control and use the ressources around you to make your present and future what you want them to be. We all deserve a family portrait full of colour and light: "I choose to stand against the war of the weeds" - This is just one of the many statements I loved. The strength you reveal is honest and admirable Valerie! Congrats! Thanks and I look forward to reading more of your poems, Nancy
Valerie, This is the song of the survivor. Somehow you have found the words to express it. Acceptance of what was and an appreciation of what is and what is to be. Wish I could feel this way more often, but this poem made me feel that way for now. Thank You. Walter
I like Portrait of my dream" very nice way of putting your thoughts about it and the way you feel thing about your experiences.Nice piece!see more of your work!keep that pencil or pen writing poetry.Best wishes. A Friend in poetry.