A Dreamy Afternoon?

The ending has been slightly changed recently.

She saw a

garden

with purple and red

flowers.

She felt a summer breeze

brush against her hair

in the gazebo.

Dandelion embers

fell gently.

But then she heard him

walk in.

She wondered if

he’d stopped at the bar

before coming home.

She wondered what he’d

start a fight over

this time.

She wondered where he’d

slap her next.

And if tonight

she’d get any sleep

or lie there crying.

The gently falling

dandelions outside

revealed themselves as

snow.

Sometimes,

when fantasy is broken,

cold reality is cruel.

Author's Note

Thomas Kinkade

Reviews

[Robert Haigh]

Yes... reality always interrupts! A scene from paradise painted deftly with words! Nice one!

[Relic]

Thanks very much, Robert. :)

[Chris Shaw]

Thank goodness we can transport ourselves away to a better place. There are times when we need to do that.. Beautiful poem and lovely imagery. A pleasure to read Tim.

Chris

[Relic]

Thanks very much, Chris. :)

[Fran Marie]

well penned piece with rich
imagery a lovely scene is
painted in rosy pastels hues
and fine descriptives..
alas reality claims her back to
mundane chores..
nice work

[Relic]

Thank you, Fran. :)

[Neville]

You have crafted a veritable colour wheel sir .. a palette of hues and jeez, don't ya just wanna be that summer breeze, that lifted up her dress tis said, to keep those snowflakes off her head .. Bloomin lovely mate .. Neville :)

[Relic]

ha thank you, Neville. :)

[Kelly Scheppers]

Your attention to detail is wonderfully illustrated here, Tim. The trees that radiated with violets, the path that held puddles of sunlight, to her eyes that were suddenly diverted to the window when the snow began to fall. It was enough to absorb me, so much so I didn't want it to end. Just beautiful.

[Relic]

Thanks so much, Kelly. I appreciate your comment. :)

[Temperance]

Your last line says it all. What she pictured in her mind was a daydream, a wish, somewhere she would rather be but, instead, she was in a cold weather place with responsibilities. I love how you had the reader in that colorful, peaceful place and then, our eyes moved to the window along with the protagonist and we saw the snow. I really like this poem. Nicely done! Temp

[Relic]

Yes, a daydream from a 'painting' on the wall. (Thomas Kinkade) Thank you, Temp. :)

[Temperance]

You are very welcome!

[John the Baptist]

I think you have named the upside of Alzheimers.

[Relic]

An interesting interpretation from what I was thinking. Thanks, John. :)