Love(less) Poetry




Imaginary Garden With Real Toads

Summer

It was as a good a sign as any
That we bonded surrounded by fiction

Chatter in the midst of clearing spilled popcorn
Bonding by the lone chair in the space within the white walls

Sandwiched between two full theatres of people
Immersing themselves in others' lives.

I knew it wasn't real but still I somehow hoped
Attaching myself, more puppy than girl

But once we left credits rolled on..



Comments

  1. To a certain extent, I agree that we create our own fiction by entering into a relationship. As you have so aptly pointed out, we are surrounded by other people's stories and shouldn't we be the heroes or heroines of our own?

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    1. Thanks for your thoughts. I think often we end up being more 'sidekick' than hero, or maybe we're that character in the movie who is forgotten at the end when the protagonist finds someone better ;)

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  2. …I think Id rather be on my own. This is a very lonely poem for me.

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    1. Well, better to be happy alone, than lonely together.. :) It's interesting that you see it as a lonely poem - I do like to read people's different interpretations! Thanks for stopping by :)

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  3. ah those quick connections can be fun in the moment
    but they can leave you less filled in the end....only
    a thin substitute for the real thing...

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  4. Sometimes relationships are interesting. We don't know what draws us to someone else may be a question mark. Sometimes the fiction works, and sometimes it doesn't.

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