Muse for Monday

Green fairy MantraMantra at the crack of dawn is a strange and eerie sound: an oxymoron exercised in juxtaposition.

Most mornings hold the final scenes of dreams, sweet or bone-chilling. Today, not so much. The lantern rattled to end a verse begun at an interrupted time. Not only is it rare to return to unharvested fields, but also the delivery vehicle is not standard issue.

Flowers are often found in Mantra’s verse, but most often they are nothing more than accessories to the scene. Today, they personify the theme. Do not be fooled by the simple title, Wish Fertilizer. It is truly a play on words.

Good morning.

Wish Fertilizer

I tripped on the shadow of a daisy
walking across a field of broken dreams.
I wondered how the flowers could flourish.

The warm thatch was thick beneath my belly,
a mattress teeming with life in the sun.
Brilliant color danced with summer’s panache.

Just beneath the tender green shoots and leaves
were gristle and dry bones, yesterday’s blooms,
A support network of lives lived fully.

Each gave their beautiful best one warm spring,
faded dusky color in autumn’s chill,
folded beneath the crush, white and snowy.

Now, the new blooms benefit from the past;
The cycle of life is again complete.
Unbeknownst lies potential’s wasted wish.

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Although we know we could not be where we are without those who went before, do we ever consider the unfulfilled dreams of those who sacrificed for us?

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  1. Oh yes, it makes me immediately think of my mom who sacrificed so much for me, and my own unfulfilled dreams.
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  2. There is so much we will never get to do, and I would think it’d be rare for anyone to achieve everything they wanted to do.
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    • That makes me wonder if we dream too much or just have a massive lack of action when it comes to getting what we want.

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  3. I read broken dreams turned to dust. Although possibilities still exist they’re cast aside (insecurity, age, more important things to do).
    The dreams aren’t dead, they’ve been transferred to someone else.
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    • I rather like the idea of shared dreams passed to the next generation. Makes me wonder if we subliminally plant them in our children when we know we have to set them aside. Interesting concept, Tess. xxx

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  4. Love your poem.

    Juxtaposition is one of my all time favorite words.

    My grandmother had a saying: “If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.” I like this kind of folk wisdom.

    I spent my morning and early afternoon in chemo and while relaxing in my totally connected recliner whipped out my portable Neo and ripped out most of the first draft of a creative writing exercise.
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    • Oh, brilliant! Glad you are writing creatively. I hope you are feeling well after your treatment.

      My mother and I both still say that. Of course, I usually use “If frogs had wings, they wouldn’t bump their butts when they hopped,” but the same logic applies. 😉

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  5. Love the last line of this .. so much in just those few words.

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    • Me also. I really did not want “unbeknownst” until the line was complete. Then, it had to stay. xxx

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  6. The dreams of youth are the regrets of old age.

    Satan. (Legend)

    Love and hugs!

    Prenin.
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  7. I agree with Val on this one, the last line has so much punch, and the whole poem speaks out in a way that is pleasing my great friend 🙂

    I think that whenever one sacrifices their own chances and gives others that push in the right direction it just goes to show the real calibre of the wish, and so the opportunity should never be wasted. I have enjoyed reading this one Red, a lovely thought provoking effort and thank you for offering it 🙂

    Andro xxxx

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    • Cool take on this one. The flowers should be grateful. I like the thought. I wonder how many blooms think of such a thing. 🙂

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  8. Both the muse and poem are very well written, plus full of thoughts to ponder. I bit too deep for me on this Tuesday morning. 😉 …. and letting you know, one of your favorites – Time: The Musical is in progress. 🙂
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  9. The unfulfilled dreams of others is all the more reason we should live to our fullest potential. I don’t think anyone ever sacrificed their dreams so that would remain stagnant and never do anything.
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    • Good take away, Bo. Can you imagine our world if we all lived deliberately? Sounds like a place I would like to live.

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  10. That is just the evolution I want for my unfulfilled wishes… to fertilize, to add will and power to the wishes of those who would follow me.
    Even my unfulfilled dreams have a destiny! Who knows, it could enhance itself for my next time around with bigger and better dream to perform!
    Let it not be wasted… rather, recycled for future manifestations.

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    • I love the idea of it morphing for a second act. We need to articulate our dreams for others to try on in our stead, eh? xxx

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