compulsive father
who am i,
but a prolific father
of unfinished
dreams.
some are half done,
others are bright
wiggly germs,
and most others
are thin sketches
in the air.
the fact is
i don't have time,
or the space,
or the latitude
to achieve everything.
even attempt
some of them.
but i did dream them.
my babies.
i fertilized them
in my head
and they haunt me.
i sometimes pause
on my journey,
and i look back.
and there i see them.
right behind.
huffing and puffing.
tired, but following me.
most of them
have drooping heads.
many have tons of dust.
i haven't cared for them.
i haven't bothered
with almost all of them.
but doggedly
they've followed me.
my faithful babies.
i suppose they too
dream of a day
when i will love them,
nurture them,
and buy them
some clothes.
dreams.
just how many
can i translate
into reality?
i do not know.
many will perish.
many will drop out
on their own.
my life isn't enough
to be everything
that i want to be
to love my dreams.
i am only human.
but i know
i have to finish
at least one.
run as i do daily
along its edge.
without tripping.
and even as
i plow ahead,
towards the horizon,
my mind still
makes love to
fresh new thoughts,
and i father more
babies.
all lovely, adorable,
and squealing.
maybe one day,
i will terminate
this journey,
and i will turn
to cuddle the one
with the brightest
smile and run away
with him. or her.
a great use of metaphor and very unique, enjoyed !..Maggie
I really like the concept, opening stanza and closing lines. There's that much one can do , but is always in overdrive. One needs to focus, or mind gets too cluttered like hostel full of talkative, children, all demanding attention at the same time. very well delieanated.skillful metaphorical write
A very imaginative write Pat, love the expert use of the metaphor here...
dreaming can be easy... but realizing them is bit tough... it involves a lot of parameters... time... money... human potential... climate... and a million things... beyond all luck too!