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

ivor20

G’day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I’m an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I’ve been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I’ve been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems. View all posts by ivor20