When memory’s but a whirlin the always-roulette twirlyou’re a woman not a girlbegetting life in this worldWhen forever feels the waitto live dreams amongst a spateof unresolved ugly acheswith you I commiserateWhen even luck is rottenand besieged with ill-troddendreams frightening and soddenlet it all be forgotten
Whew! Trying out the tanaga form in the Imaginary Garden today. It is difficult, yikes.
I like the last stanza really... especially the wryness of the last line.
ReplyDeleteI really like this. I struggle at times to walk in woman shoes when all I want to do his slide back into my little girl dreams. This was a tough form. I always feel like when I write rhyme people say, "Poor thing, she really tried." lol
ReplyDeleteWise words, Marian. Your first verse put a little scare into me, I was thinking of all the young ladies who changed changed their titles from girls to women with the birth of a child. I know from experience that unresolved ugly aches departures make for a happy day. Beautiful third as well. The prompter does well, thank you.
ReplyDeleteI shall roar the last stanza at the top of my lungs! Tomorrow, of course. If I do it now, my neighbors might call the cops. Really love that ending.
ReplyDeleteI wholeheartedly agree with Magaly!💞 The entire poem speaks volumes about the struggles we go through as women. I too feel like returning back to the time of innocence. Beautifully penned!💞
ReplyDeleteLet it be all forgotten... Good advice but not so easily accomplished.
ReplyDeleteYou aced the form, which looks difficult, Marian. Well done.
ReplyDeleteTo climb back into innocence and youth is rarely done - but a memory we should hold on to for sure and try to cultivate for our daughters as long as possible...
ReplyDeleteThat last stanza is wonderful! Great job.
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