Feather Beds and Dreams

And so it is again, this upside down and topsy turvy world,
without end, always endless and relentless.
It rained today, all day
a slow and unremitting drizzle,
that ruined hairstyles and suede boots.
I wore jeans, and thought about those genes,
the destructive ones and the millions
of grey faced shoppers hoping for a bargain,
they carry bags home, filled with
things, that eventually will gather dust,
and so it is, and so it shall be.
Fireworks and cheap champagne,
a canapé or two or three;
one for me, one for you
and some drivel on tv;
preferable to fish eyed faces
that fill the lonely clubs, so intent
that for just one night of the year
they're going to have the best time,
best time ever, may it be forever.

I search for items on shelves,
a manic throwing of food stuffs
wine and snacks, frantically texting
so that I annoy shoppers as I career
carelessly into shopping aisles
already drunk with the fervour of the year
and fear that if its just not right
it never will be, never shall be, cannot be.
A sports bar with each dismal face
nursing beers, or couples, too long together,
the women wear faux prints and furs
and men take burrs from prickle jumpers
and they'll go home and nurse juniper dreams;
it really isn't how it seems at all you know;
show me the way to go home
I'm tired and I want to go to bed.
Its just another New year,
the kids are fed, and I'll sleep
snuggled in my feather bed.




Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-12-31 at 18:18

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Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
Elle...great poem...you described the forced, but truly empty,
New Year nonsensical, meaningless celebrations beautifully

xxx Stan
2012-01-28



Boy, do I like this poem. It's like being inside your head for a moment. It's a journey and it makes sense. Except what does "and men take burrs from prickle jumpers" mean? I like the two stanzas, too—how it goes, then takes a little breath and goes again. Kinda like life.

This is ace.

Happy New Year,
jim
2012-01-03


countryfog
Just the title brings back wonderful memories. This is a day when everyone tries too hard . . . better a day for dreams and memories, believing one can become the other.
2011-12-31



Moody, atmospheric, and whimsical. A feather bed, loved ones, and the promise of a peaceful, undisturbed night; no late night bistro or the finest champagne can top that.
2011-12-31