Dreamer…a story poem

I was born to dance
to create masterpieces
to be whatever
I wished to be
instead
I make dinner
in the kitchen
of people
I don’t like
and they expect me
to be
grateful
happy even
I’m supposed to
consider myself
lucky
to be bossed around
to clean up after
them
to make their food
well
just a drop
or two
of this tasteless poison
in today’s soup
and I’ll never
have to answer
to them
again
I mean
it’s not like
forensics has been
invented
or anything
I should be fine
no worries

 

Photo:  Birmingham Museums Trust
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Some days you just wake up and think…oh no…not this again.

Photo:  Jamie Haughton
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This reminds me of a noir Swedish film, of sorts…script below.

man on right:  “I speak to the sea.”

man on left:   “I speak to the wind.”

The sea and wind snicker quietly to themselves.

The end.

 

Photo:  Liane Cumming
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Sorry…the Lady of the Lake is the only one who gets King Arthur’s sword.

Photo:  Hunter So
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Still not asking for directions…still looking for that star…a poem

still lost
still not asking for directions
still not unaware of what a star is
or the fact that they move
and are
FAR
away
joined by another
all four
wandering the desert
hoping to find
someone
they can make into a
god

 

Photo:  Alexia Couillard
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This is what happens when you plant people in a field…

Photo:  Alina Levokovich
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You WHAT? You put GAS in the car? How will we ever feed the children?

Photo:  The New York Public Library
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One more from: Bored Panda…snicker, snicker

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Silver Surfer? Is that you?

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First pigeons…now seagulls…when will it end?

Photo:  Pixabay