Her simple dream

Wrote very quickly after coffee

Cursing her cigarette
The ash fell in her hair

The wind blew
High that day

Smothered her in
Leaves dirt old tissues

That someone threw
One day careless

It hit her same foot twice
Her ankle winced silently

Kicking it away
With an ounce of no regret

She realised
She wanted to be pure

Alone
Somewhere

Sitting
Like maria in a echoey abbey

In some European mountain town
Being silent with the nuns

Their habits of black and white
Like penguins

Sipping their soup
Made from their sparse but pure
Garden

Garden is the key word
She didn’t want to be a nun

She wanted
Yes a garden 🪴

Full of goodness
And hope of the future

A windy winters day
Vegetable soup

And a warm stove
To stand and stir by

Reviews

[William Michael Reeves]

That's what happens when you drop your ash in your coffee. Dreams swirl like smokey sugar and hopes dissolve in lonely steam. But having a dream is the first step to realizing one. Right?

[Betty Hermelee]

A lost person, with melancholy, a glance at her life, to find herself and she did; after thinking of becoming a nun and leading a cloistered life, she desired a simple existence, and settled on a garden of her own where she could grow vegetables and eat nourishing food. Not everyone seeks out a professional life involving multiple meetings and much stress. Each one of us is unique.
Nice write. Best, B
ps please read my trilogy starting with "At Bridges end" many thanks

[Pete]

to each their own. she's not asking for much. one certainly can lead a good life without being a nun. being cloistered is not for everyone. you really stir things up in that soup. really good write causing one to think and self examine. very much enjoyed read ... :)

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

Thanks so much I appreciate that