Dreaming

Quiet Comforts

I dreamt last night of my

sister. She sat on

cracked cement steps

twisting daisy chains-

He loves me, loves me not.

Her eyes were caught in gauzy

cotton but her fingers wound and wound.

“Come play” I beg, come

swing on bristled ropes,

knotted on the underside of branches

but her fingers only loop and bind.

I waited at her knees and my hair

grew past curved shoulders

as she laced it through the braid.

She wrapped the chain around her

wrist and led me down cobbled streets

but for all I asked and all I pled

she never spoke to me.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

WOW! WOW! And WOW! This is an awesome message, so well-crafted & so subtle & so relatable! I love this poem. I am the youngest of nine kids, so I understand this message perfectly. Teenage siblings all wrapped up in their life drama (love & loss of it) while I'm the kid being ignored & told to "scram!" I love the part about your hair growing long, such a creative way to suggest that life is going by while we are tangled up in dumb s**t along the way, not even seeing a little youngster who would love you freely. This is really brilliant. It tells of the way we all are blind to the simple expressions of love along the way, as we stay stuck in useless situations. Such a brilliant way to speak that ugly truth while keeping your words gentle & beautifully detailed in real life.