no bed is large
enough for happy ever after
no chest of drawers
filled solely with truth
no matter the
number of sainted figurines
or deities
placed
where we dream is where we are real
we can not hide
self survival nor condemnation
a closet door not
completely closed, a window left ajar
photos thought lost
reappear as memory
there is chatter
and gutted goose down
there is a pulling
of promises, and deconstructed defeats
we read Ship of Fools
we quote Shelley, bookmark War and Peace
knowing that for happy ever after
there is no bed
large
enough
bkmackenzie
(2017) copyrighted
This leaves a lot to the reader (to take the scene and imagine it through)
ReplyDeleteBeautifully haunting!!
ReplyDeleteThank you Sanaa...bkm
DeleteIt's very hard hitting. All that we try to suppress behind the cracks of happily every after just slips in through the cracks in our psyche during sleep, I guess.
ReplyDeleteThere are always cracks...bkm
DeleteWow, that is the truth! You write with such clarity. One of my faves of yours.
ReplyDeleteThank you Sherry I am so glad you liked it...bkm
DeleteI fully agree... the bed is not enough for a happy ever after, there is a need to seek something bigger, to explore. We need both friendship and passion...
ReplyDeleteThank you Bjorn it is always hard to find happy ever after in relationship or otherwise...bkm
DeleteThese lines have a punch of truth, well presented.
ReplyDeleteThank you very much...bkm
DeleteI like the analogy of bed, bedroom and life. I agree, the bed is NEVER large enough...
ReplyDeleteDark but perceptive... nice capture
ReplyDeleteZQ
I like the way you've repeated the first thought at the end---as it's a powerful one that is thought-provoking for the reader and leaves so many avenues of exploration to wander down.
ReplyDeleteThank you c.c. ...bkm
DeleteI adore this! It does indeed have a haunting quality, as someone else said, and hovers between suggestions of mystery and hints of profound truths.
ReplyDeleteThank you Rosemary your thoughts mean a lot...bkm
DeleteWell captured. "It" ever returns. "It" ever remains.
ReplyDeleteThat's where I placed Arlene before she died.
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