Tuesday, August 16, 2016

wishes and dreams in jars

"Bottles jars glass" by Shirley
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"wishes and dreams in jars"

I placed my wishes and dreams in jars
hoping one day to open the lids
releasing them into the sky
flying like fireflies at dusk
but the time never seemed right
I held them for so long
that one day it was too late




12 comments:

  1. Oh so tragic... almost like preserve going bad... so sad.

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  2. Awwwww. This is deeply, tragically sad. The out-date is so important on all jars, isn't it?

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  3. We always released the firefly nightlights the next morning so they wouldn't die. Dreams? not sure. Very sad.

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  4. So sad. Our own fears prevent so many dreams from being fulfilled.

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  5. Timing is everything, I guess. We've all missed those opportunities. Live and learn.

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  6. awww. a beautiful yet so sad poem. <3

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  7. Waiting for the right time always ends up being too late for me. Your sobering message is deeply felt.

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  8. Gayle Walters RoseAugust 17, 2016 at 4:18 PM

    Oh...too bad. We must not save those wishes and dreams for a rainy day as that day may never come. Very poignant a lesson here.

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  9. Oh, dear. A lesson to be learned in this one.

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  10. My heart aches from this. A powerful piece, Arcadia!

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