The Ticket

I didn't buy the ticket
I bought a sofa instead,
with gold embroidered elephants
that stampede on my heart
because a soft rain is falling
and I'm stalling for time,
watching mists fall,
knowing that all and more
is not for me, not anymore

So I didn't buy the ticket,
I have an elephant of a sofa,
a new phone just so that
I won't have to answer it
and a pair of black patent leather shoes
in case I lose me again,

In gold stars painted on ceiling
and a frieze that is frightfully
outdated, it confuses me how
when in an impractical life
I have to change plugs and bulbs
and where is earth, oh where.

I didn't buy the ticket,
I'm walking with elephants,
my umbrella raised high,
shoes tip tapping, watch ticking
in my second hand life,
on a journey I didn't take in the end.




Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-09-21 at 19:54

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Nicely done, Elle, very wistful.
2013-09-27


countryfog
Many years ago I read a poem by Robert Penn Warren in which he said "But the heart most mourns its own infidelity" and thought I knew what he was saying, our unfaithfulness to the loves we've had and might have kept but for the things we did to lose them. But as I've gotten older I've come to see it differently, more as unfaithfulness to the dreams and desires we have had but had not the courage to pursue, the journeys we might have made but "I didn't buy the ticket."
2013-09-22


shells
A lovely puzzle of a poem, I am left with; is it fear, sadness, the standing still of time, regrets? I don't know and that's it's beauty, that and your fluid writing.
2013-09-21



Oooh how I love to read ur work.
It is always so clever but it comes and reads so naturally and takes me especially in this one to the journey of imagination wondering what it was that u chose to forego.:)
2013-09-21