For all people whose youthful expectation is challenged by life
She expected that the Atlantic could be taken home, cupped in her hands, but soon she knew it'd only fall from her fingers,
she expected to coax the horses from the wild moors with a handful of carrots but soon she learnt they could not be herded into domesticity
She expected to call every bird from the elms with a few crumbs of bread but soon she found birds would rather winter in the frost than be a prisoner to food.
and the bottled Atlantic would only grow a saline crust. She came to value other things: the music of laughter; the artistry of tears cried so well,
that the sore was soon lanced, the child glanced playing on the street, with expectations of owning the world, and the growing crescendo of her realistic dreams.
Ms Whiteley: This is major, modern american literature.This poetry is well
thought out with an equal rational-emotional mix.
"and the bottled Atlantic
would only grow a saline crust"
is a light tune I placed under my tongue and have repeated it all day, even
without your music. Thanks for sharing this....hder.
I so enjoyed reading this.. I think you've really explored in an unashamedly painful way the relationship of humans to the forces of nature and of fate..The way in which the beauty of life and expectation can so often be so bitterly disappointing...But as any great writer you have injected hope and vitality into the poem - "the artistry of tears cried so well," definitely a favourite line I've read in a long while, congratulations you've written a poem with a principle, a message and an emotion which has staggering universality, I loved it :) x
Brilliance.
This poem was beautiful. I love the opening lines.
And it's so true to life, the battle between youth's fantasy and maturity's reality.
I love what you said about finding value and joy in other things though. There is a time for everything, and you can always keep dreaming.
Ms Whiteley: This is major, modern american literature.This poetry is well
thought out with an equal rational-emotional mix.
"and the bottled Atlantic
would only grow a saline crust"
is a light tune I placed under my tongue and have repeated it all day, even
without your music. Thanks for sharing this....hder.
and how does she fare, this girl who barefoot trod the sharp edges of broken expectations one her journey into the world as such, and now struggles to bring it round...how does she fare