Self explanatory

Bluebird Day Fantasy

This is how it will be:

We will go skiing together,

Drive up to the mountain in my

Battered old Corolla

It’s a mess inside

But you won’t mind

Because you understand that

An object well used gets a bit

Worn around the edges;

And it gets thirty-eight miles per gallon;

And it’s a standard shift,

And boys think it’s cool

When girls drive standard.


It will be a bluebird day

Bright white snow and

Bright white birch bark

Contrasting with the impossibly blue sky;

A blue that only comes 

With the crisp and cold of winter

When humidity can’t hold on to the air.

We’ll talk on the ski lifts

About this and that and our kids and such

And find comfort, 

Understanding what it’s like

To be single at our age

And deal with ex-spouses

Who hold hostage our belongings

(And sometimes our kids.)


Maybe afterwards we’ll go

To the little pub in town,

The one with the craft beers.

You’ll appreciate my affinity for beer

Because the cliche is that women

Drink wine, not porter.

We will stand at the bar…

Perhaps too close together…

And lean into one another

Feeling the warmth and solidity

Of another’s body;

And I will look into 

Your blue eyes looking

Into my blue eyes

And we will know

What comes next.


Who am I kidding?

Poetry by Nancy Sikora
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Written on 2015-12-24 at 13:31

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Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
I read this earlier today and for me it rang so many bells and sounded of whistles - it is real or not real but human and heart and all we want really - I want bluebird too - I just have cheeky starlings, thank you for this wonderful write

Elle x

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
i see ken's advice was taken. good.

a snowball to the face, yes. but i, ever optimistically, say it could happen. it is a scene and an invitation to happiness, who could resist?

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I love it, a beautiful winter's day, then the snowball to the face.

Well, you know what..everyday is a school day, in that, from your home, boys think that girls who drive stick shifts are cool. Way hay...I'M OFFICIALLY COOL...(please advise my children), unfortunately where I live..stick shifts are the majority ( insert sad face smiley).. But, I do love the suggestion of communal need in this poem. Brilliant.

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
A great write - cliche and all!
Maybe - it could be broken into
two parts than in to one long
read , Nancy. Now to see if it
sent on to you.