The Daughter of Her Dreams

The Daughter of her Dreams

 

Looking through the eyes of time, late,

In the mirror on the way to work

Powdering eyes that have lost sleep

What does she see?

 

A million moments coming to be…to be…?

 

Dare she look at me in the back seat?

Dare I talk of dreams that echo back

Similarity to those that, for her, may never be?

I’ll keep what I’ve written on the sheet

And stare at the yellow marks on the concrete.

 

I have yet to become but she,

Grief-cursed and coerced by pitiless legalities,

Became caretaker, silent acher, dream maker,

Victim of quiet tragedies – your heart breakers –

Working through misery with sweat at the brow

Calluses at the fingers, late nights every week,

And how her back locks, pains, and bows now

All for what dreams I may have found.

 

But places she dreamed to go,

Lives she dreamed she would touch,

She left behind because there was no time

To catch up with bills that always seemed

To sprint at rapid speed, giant leaps ahead

Of what pace she could manage.

 

No time for painting again,

No money for sightseeing,

No heart for the nostalgia in softball play,

No energy nor fulfilled dreams

For meeting others in need.

 

She lingers in deep sleep.

She swallowed the hard pill of defeat

Aborted dreams in infancy

That could have granted her motherhood

And reassured her through aging

Like good children would.

 

Looking through the eyes of time,

I’ll try to wake early and

Remember your dreams

And sing to you in every melody

And thank you in every verse of poetry.

 

© 2014. Asha Gowan. All Rights Reserved.

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Asha Gowan

I am an aspiring poet, novelist, musician, visual artist, and a die hard jazz enthusiast (partial to writing). I did not have a choice in the matter as both of my parents are creative to the core. Van Gogh beautifully painted the artist's portrait with his words: "The more I think about it, the more I realize there is nothing more artistic than to love others." I've made that ideal the primary catalyst for my work. Born as one of nature's esthetes, beauty is the goal of every song, every poem, every piece of art. Beauty that will touch the hearts and minds of others. I try to design my art to be healing and empathetic. I study and find intriguing people of all kinds, which informs a lot of my insights. I've drawn inspiration on the art of positivity, of spiritual uplifting from writers like Throeau, John Muir, Ohiyesa (Charles Eastman), the psalmist David, etc. Seeking a unique verve in my style, I make thorough investigations of all sorts of art and challenge myself to the hilt for the growth of my ingenuity. I am eager to share my musings with everyone here and wish to disseminate them. Thank you!