Living in our own skins, not those of others, fosters many a surprising thought... and dreams.
Pin Pricks of Irony
I once dreamed of an endless road
Streaming across a New Mexico desert
Like a holiday ribbon laid out as invitation
Lined on both sides in store front windows
Mannequin after mannequin beamed with smiles
Pinned of finery in waiting
Little naked children
Pressed faces against the glass
Eyes wide with question
Mouths agape with wonder
Little did they know
Whether on 5th Ave
Or Manhattan's East Harlem
Dreams have their reality
Pin pricks and all
Lest we forget
Like the mannequin's destiny
Irony never sleeps
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|Reviewed by Budd Nelson
fine imagery and penned to match, i enjoyed this emencely
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|I think that I get the irony. Why is it in a land of plenty where desires are so great, so many children still go naked and hungry?
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton
|Ah, reality is our constant reminder of what is real. We can press our faces against the glass,and have our dreams about whatever. But dreams have a tendency to break apart and go away. Not so reality. For the good or for the bad, reality-R-Us. Dreams? Sure. But you can't count on dreams. You can one hundred percent count on reality.|
|Reviewed by Amber Moonstone
|Like this Odin, very deeply moving...
Much peace, love and light,