Broken Dreams

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  • patricialouise
  • resolving to spend more time writing as less time playing games.

Broken Dreams

I put all my dreams in one basket.
I tripped and fell in the night.
Now there all broken,
my dreams,
there all broken;
I'll start again,
with the coming light.

First I'll fix myself a cup of coffee,
sit back and think about my life,
just where I've been
and where it is I'm goin',
now I'm just me,
and not someone’s wife.

All my dreams are broken,
they’re but pieces of my past.
New dreams I recognize growin'.
The new dreams,
I'm thinking,
are showing first light.
Where they'll lead,
there's no way of knowing.

Now I'll fix myself that cup of coffee,
sit back and think about my life,
just where I've been
and where it is I'm goin',
now I'm me,
and not just someone’s wife.

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chopkins123 commented on Broken Dreams

09-18-2010

Beautiful of way of putting the life a typical woman's day together. The smell of coffee brews in my mind and brings me good memories. I love this poem.

SpiritSong commented on Broken Dreams

07-31-2009

This is the plight is so relevant to woman esp. in this day and age. It is so thought out and well expressed Patrica..a fav for me and a 10. Really loved it...

Hampton commented on Broken Dreams

07-26-2009

Much contemplation about life comes over that cup of coffee and we are not always satisfied with what we see.

scrye commented on Broken Dreams

07-01-2009

This was really a great poem about starting anew and putting it all into perspective. I love the fix the coffee lines it brings us into your day. Keep writing i can't wait to read more.

HarverTomsson commented on Broken Dreams

06-05-2009

A fine differentiation between night dreams and daydreams. the time for new dreams is early when there is alertness and vigor. And sometimes java helps too.

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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