Chosen poem
Once it was the color of saying …. by Dylan Thomas
Shared on Poetics: Dead Poets Society
when dreams were the stuff of imagination
romance nothing more than infatuation
I walked through narrow streets; wanted to own the sky
Till someone told me an air-hostess is just a waitress
You might as well be a pilot
You might as well learn to fly
Planes were just silver patches on blue
I dreamt of carpeted cabins; being a boss
I painted books in colours of thought
Till disparaging remarks turned it nought
When power dressing became a passion
the toughest thing in life was competition
Life happened on trodden cobbled pavements
watching fancy cars carry undeserving people
the next promotion was the biggest nightmare
How I hated the boss’s glance and steeple
I stepped out of the race; met elation
A while ago, I’d have called it a vacation
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Were you an air hostess? Even within the cage, some of us still have opportunity to do much good. I could see that.
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No. I could neither become an airhostess nor pilot 😂
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I think I see that more now, rereading. I’ve been babysitting all weekend and woke up at 630 this morning to the arrival of 8 month old twins. I shouldn’t post until my brain is fully fictional in the morning. I always thought that would be a fun job, though, flying on a plane in some capacity. Not sure I’d want to pilot one.
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😀😀
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Wow, Reena, there’s a lot to unpack there! A short memoir in poetry form lassos disappointments turned life lesson and has a happy ending with rhyme and whimsy. Nice!
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Thank you so much, Kim!
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Great take on the poem Reena
Love, Mehak
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Thank you so much, Mehak!
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These life lessons realistically learned and bravely laid out for us – bravo Reena…
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Thank you, Frewin!
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Deep thoughts Reena. Excellent take my friend
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A million thanks 😀
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Most welcome
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I got the opportunity to step out while still getting paid… maybe it’s a bit like not being caged any longer too.
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True. You keep fighting for power and status in a closed space, and then realise it was only a cage.
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I like where the Dylan Thomas poem took you, Reena. I remember those days when romance was nothing more than infatuation and people pissing on my dreams. I like the lines:
‘Life happened on trodden cobbled pavements
watching fancy cars carry undeserving people’
and the final couplet made me smile.
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Glad you found something to smile 😀 I used to watch not-very-smartly dressed people who couldn’t speak English in fancy cars and think why them? It took growing up to realise wealth has nothing to do with the attributes I thought were ‘smart’.
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A holiday sounds amazing.
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Thank you, Diana! 🙂
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You’re most welcome.
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