Plain As Day

You'd think,

after all the 

dismal disappointment,

emotional abandonment and

ending of endearments,

you'd learn.

That you'd discern

those silences to mean

feelings of pure apathy

and not a sense of mystery,

but merely what they really were:

a complete lack of concern.

But you grew up in the 1970s, 

with a very cheery bunch of Bradys,

who lived on the other side 

of your TV screen, in a land where

 the grass was always shiny green.

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Alas, how were you, 

an impressionable, little girl to know,

 that this wildly popular family show, 

was not the best possible example 

of reality's messy truths?

And thus,

once you'd witnessed

such idyllic scenes,

who would've dared to

spill the beans, and

 burst your bubble 

of happy dreams,

to save you from

your future wounds? 

Ha!

 Now,that would have been

sheer foolishness -

 you'd have never surrendered

to such nonsense,

even if it was 

plain as day,

as seen through your

 rose coloured glasses.

Thanks for visiting!

Poppy

Written for

 Susan's Mid Week Motif

~Foolishness~

at Poets United

Ongoing

Of all my time 

on Mother Earth,

(some 50 + years

since my own birth),

it's the present

that I think,

is mostly worth

discussing.

For, the past

(nowadays), 

always seems

 so sweet.

Its bitterness,

with work,

sought retreat,

and in hindsight,

had no purpose.

 You see,

forgiveness and pride,

 two nemeses that,

fought each other ruthlessly, 

in a never-ending odyssey,

one day, quite shockingly,

surrendered simultaneously

as if they were outnumbered. 

But,

forgiveness has a memory

and pride, a tendency toward enmity,

and thus, that idyllic victory,

was unsurprisingly, short-lived.

Today, 

the two forces are not

as fueled, since time has

invaded their dwindling duel,

but underneath the battleground,

the earth still burns and trembles.

 xoxo

Poppy

Written for: 

  Susan's Prompt at Midweek Motif:

~Enlightenment~