For too long, I’ve ignored this blog totally unsure of how to proceed but yesterday, I plunged and wrote about Self-publication. Well, I’ve had such lovely people sign on to follow me I’m now enthused and confident enough to do another post – the day after the last! So here goes… One of my new followers is Charlotte Hoather with the voice of an angel, who welcomes readers to her blog via a message about following her dream. So I thought I’d post a little piece I wrote when a poetic friend and I met for lunch at a local garden center cafe and were discussing dreams. As we left, these colorful sculptures captured my poetic sense of humor – the metaphor was too good to waste. Enjoy!
Pigs might fly…
Who says they can’t?
Is there an omniscient
oinker monitor float-
ing in the same tree?
Who has the right
to tell watchers
who dream
the impossible
that pigs might…?
In deepest despair
we need hope,
need dreams
to fall back on.
A competitive spirit…
Who says we can’t?
I need to soar
above my world
sometimes, believe
there’s something
sizzling just
around the corner,
if I could only see ~
take a butchers
into the future
and grab
a curly tail…
Frances Macaulay Forde © 2012
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