Modern Paradise
We were brought up
On dreams of oysters
Big house after big house
Set in from the road
With fenced in fields
Of luscious gardens
Flickering by
As we made our way
Towards adulthood
And a tennis tournament.
“I’ll have that one.”
No, I like that one more.”
“And a long-legged husband”.
To improve
On short-comings.
And then there came
The time of cottages
Perched on cliffs
Overlooking bays.
In that moment,
I rather fancied
The life of my imaginings:
Staring out at sea
And painting my inspiration.
I haven’t found
such paths of dreams.
Lacking for
The want of looking
Or at least realizing
That it’s there
For the taking.
All that and more
Is sweat and power tools
Bending over
To achieve a look
Of a certain perfectness
And just when
The last crumb
Has been wiped away ,
A strong wind blows
A withered leaf
Up on to the balcony.
Nowadays the world
Allows me peer
Into the laps
Of any one.
Like the wings
Of a pinned-up
Butterfly spread
Colourful and dead
Their lives displayed
I see that some are there
Or almost anyway
With the dream.
Others are far away
From struggling
As they haven’t even
Settled on any sort of way.
I ponder how and why
Some people seem
To be already floating
Towards their paradise.
And I glean
The team of minions
Busying to maintain
At least the image of
The dream…
A dream, I suspect
We all came with
Embedded
Of cleaness, beauty
Effortless existence,
Eternal happiness,
You know
The rhetoric of joy.
And we know
By now
It is nowhere here
To be found.
Despite our fumbled
Efforts to reproduce
Some hazy inkling
Of a better life
We cling to.
Our last attempt
Is virtual:
Creating the universe
Of our minds.
Heads and hands
Sucked in by microchips.
Mesmerized
We hand over
Our present lives
In exchange for
The on-line search
For the dream
Of somewhere else.
Deleanbh, I have read and read and re-read this lovely poem and it seems to have multiple layers of meaning.
Congratulations! The poem flows beautifully, full of ideas and thought-provoking. I expect I’ll read it many times more and still wonder where it came from.
Your poem leaves me longing for more.
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Nice poem D. We are all responsible for our own destiny, and we always have choices, so the only limitations are self imposed.
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