Aspire

by NewVesuvius   Mar 21, 2009


I have no issue
with their downcast looks
or smirks behind half-smiles.

For did a man brush indifferently
passed an infant oak on his way
to his nine to five, only to observe it
at the sober age of fifty-nine?

It is a dare.

Wrapped in the fruitless comfort
of cold blankets at night,

they dream to dare.

The difference is,

I dare to dream.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Rachel RTVW

    Thought provoking piece. I love the message within this, especially the ending. Excellent job!

  • 15 years ago

    by abracadabra

    Your second stanza makes little sense. Unless...you never did learn from your passed/past thread a couple of years ago, did you? Ha. Still...I don't quite understand this one. You are not normally this elusive. And your last lines were a little trite.

    Nevertheless, nice to read from you again, as always. Be well.

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