
Fruit Juice Processor And Frozen Dreams
Dreams
Wishing them to come true
Realising our visions
And watching them perish too
I’ve been told, “Life is a Process”
Like in a fruit juice processor
Dreams
Peeled, sliced and diced
Thrown into the mixer
Puree
Filling a Tupperware container
Tagged and dated
Placed neatly into the freezer
Dreams
Like in a blue Tardis fridge
Duly forgotten, frozen in time
Until
The freezer suddenly dies
A clean-out is required
Puree dreams gone rotten
Thrown-out into the garbage bin
Afterwards trucked to the rubbish tip
Dreams
Dead and buried
Covered in yesterdays mildew mud
A slushy natural fertiliser
Hereafter regenerating our muses
Sprouting like magic mushrooms
Feeding the dreams of new brides and grooms
Ivor Steven (c) Feb 2018
Enjoyed this poem, Ivor – just the right balance of humour and realization.
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Thank you V.J. yes, my take on the process of life’s journey… 😁
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Good one.
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so much truth……
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Thank you Wendi, yes our life’s journey is one big cycle
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yes it really is…….thank you for sharing.
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I enjoyed this, Ivor. How we process life is our future.
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Exactly Eugenia, and like life my poems ‘juice ‘ had a rough journey. 💙🌏
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