Freckled Fences
Spots of Time
Marching in circles, residues of you shape how memories are so misconstrued, like tossing jacks in the yellow, spring sun, dropping freckles one by one; spying a time through ole metal fencing when love like yours was so convincing. Irresistible reminders of long ago days when I was so special, not just a phase.
Marching in circles to void out my pain, marching in circles in sweet floral rain.
The borders are up, the boundaries in place yet how I'll always reflect your sunshiny face. I once had a pencil I wrapped up to send so I could feel your letters and remember your hands. The girl who believed in you so is hidden behind a woman you no longer know, and never will find. To imagine sunlight in your ageless eyes, the never shared longing for unsaid good-byes.
Marching in sadness, averting the space, my heart holds forever and can never erase. I looked for holes in the chain linked fence, for ways to reclaim us, or ways to commence. I know you are broken, that you want to believe that all is forgiven, it's just up to me. You created a new life built on lies, let others berate me, filled them with lies. You chose to abandon your own little girl who hung onto you tight in her own little world.
Some days are heavier than I'd like, waiting for grace to grant me a sunny sweet life. Dreams have faded where you'd become, a perfect Dad, just as you are to the other ones. Truth comes out, they say in the end, there'll always be fences, some we can't mend.
Marching in circles to void out my pain, marching in circles in sweet floral rain.
Marching in circles singing the la-la song, I remember your secrets from dust till dawn. Little me spies through the gaps in an ole crooked fence where I once waited for you to just catch a glimpse. Freckles we share like spots of time, where I was yours and you were mine.
Marching in circles, residues of you shape how memories are so misconstrued, like tossing jacks in the yellow, spring sun, dropping freckles one by one; spying a time through ole metal fencing when love like yours was so convincing. Irresistible reminders of long ago days when I was so special, not just a phase.
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ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)
~ American feminist living in Sweden ~ SHE/HER
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What Were We Thinking?
It's not simple, no step-by-step, no book on a shelf, a conversation eye to eye, a mother's answer, a father's certainty, a kiss at sunset, a bad choice righted, it's done, it's present, it's lasting, it's pain; it happened, it was, it changed you, it changed me, us, them, then, now and always. Words emptied into sighs, skies return to blue, endless, wander, wonder, was, is, could, maybe, only if's. Time, flying flawlessly like diving gulls, towering above one minute, swooping down into the depths of cold, green seas, tossing up a catch, feeding their newness screeching from the nest. Alone, every single atom feels the heart's imprint, good, bad, unknowing, what was yearned for, how it was sought, how it broke us into small bits of flesh to nourish our hunger for something, different, better, less or just kinder? You are who you are, your manner, your dress, hidden, or confessed, it's all ready, to unwrap, release, okay to live for. Don't pull away, nor withhold your dreams, your breath is mine, too. Let them pray, or cry, flail in their naivety; let go, surrender to the beauty of being here as you are, with or without me, them, approval or questions. On their knees, wanting desperately for us to be something other than who we are, it's their lack of Spring, of falling in love, their mourning regret. Never ours to behold.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)2 years ago in Poets
Comments (10)
Painfully sad!!!❤️❤️💕
Greatly written ♡
This was so poignantly beautiful and made me so emotional. Loved it so much!
To be phased out of a parent's heart & life--how does it even happen, much less how does one ever recover?
Beautifully written… ‘ Freckles we share like spots of time, where I was yours and you were mine.’ So sorry, like too many children, you had to live through this.
My heart holds forever; the pencil, gaps in the fence… all a wonderfully painted picture but heartbreaking to be a “phase.” Great writing!
Irresistible reminders of long ago days when I was so special, not just a phase.... What a brilliant line. This was so good and so true.
Beautiful writing I once had a pencil I wrapped up to send so I could feel your letters and remember your hands…wow just wow
Marching in circles, those repeated point of contact. Very good.
This is incredibly beautiful. I especially.loved the line about tossing jacks and dropping freckles. Well done.