Let’s pretend
that someday I will run to pick up those flowers
that nestled in the dust
even before the monsoon rain would touch them.
Let’s pretend
that I know magic
that I can fly
and I can talk to a frog
and the chair is a ship.
Let’s pretend
hidden beneath the memories
and lost between the leaves
someday
I would be able to
sleep peacefully;
And let’s pretend
a river will stream through my room
and my room will become a garden!
that someday I will run to pick up those flowers
that nestled in the dust
even before the monsoon rain would touch them.
Let’s pretend
that I know magic
that I can fly
and I can talk to a frog
and the chair is a ship.
Let’s pretend
hidden beneath the memories
and lost between the leaves
someday
I would be able to
sleep peacefully;
And let’s pretend
a river will stream through my room
and my room will become a garden!
15 comments:
Let's pretend it's part of the process for your holy Freedom.
"Sometimes
the lump of a grief
that was stuck in your throat for long
will help you compose a poem;"
and
"Slowly, eventually
The azure sky will promise an equal light,
no beginning, no end, but
an equal music, and
only then you will reach a spotless holy
Freedom!"
So let's believe. :)
The Gnome's poem said it all better than I ever could. Let us believe, Moon. You and me both!
Oh, how you enchanted me with this poem Moon! Yes, let's pretend:)
I love the simplicity of your writing on this piece.
I love the innocence you portray throughout.
Yet, the verse... 'let's pretend /hidden beneath the memories/ and lost between the leaves/ someday/ I would be able to sleep peacefully'.. seemed in itself hidden between the lines of this charming poem. A fabulous piece of work Moon :)
I LOVE this!!!!!!!
This is glorious! There is much to be said for creating and the mind and soul are so linked--I so enjoyed this today--
heya,
good to see you today...i am doing well...its a gorgeous day...just smoking hot out....
sounds like make believe is a wonderful place when you play pretend....smiles.
the last lines the best with a magical poetic touch..smiles:))
Reading your poem again is enchantment enough for me this morning. A river just rushed through my room and now it is ablaze with flowers!
already been here, but how could i resist saying hi....smiles.
hope you are having a wonderful sunday...
I like the world you want us to believe in - a land of magic and unsophisticated beauty.
I like the world you want us to believe in - a land of magic and unsophisticated beauty.
I think that if we pretend enough the make-believe will become the truth. the garden in your room is there..
I really enjoyed this...
ZQ
i love that space through which a river swims and reminds us of the flow, to carry on...a dream poem..
A good prescription for joy, and, paradoxically, a fine vehicle for satire! One of my joys lately is to fantasize alone, when I used to enjoy so much the "we" of "Let's." Thank you for this poem.
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