The Object and Outcome of Dreaming Alone

Neville

The Object and Outcome of Dreaming Alone

 

She dreams of forget-me-nots,

fresh fruit

and making out on lush green

forest floors,

all against a backdrop

of sunflowers and of course

rainbows ..

While he dreams of the hunt,

of sushi, red meat

and of course warm rice wine ..

She is desperate

to take a gap year, to travel

and get married ..

While he wants nothing more

than a pay rise,

a quick divorce and to get laid ..

 

 

  • Author: Neville (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 12th, 2024 01:58
  • Comment from author about the poem: I just keep my eyes open & write about it .. its meant to be poetry but I shall leave it up to you ..
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  • sorenbarrett

    Ah the differences in males and females. So nicely expressed in short poetic lines. The difficulty of expressing these differences in a condensed form you have distilled ina few lines. Lovely!!

    • Neville



      Sometimes it pays to keep ones ears and eyes open and a pen handy .. Cheers sorenbarrett 🙂

    • orchidee

      KP says to me each night 'Happy botox dreams'. lol.

      • Neville



        I imagine that's where the origin of sleep tight stems from ..

      • Bella Shepard

        You've done quite a good job differentiating between the male and female ego. And yet, with all the differences, they still manage to find amicable relationships, well most of the time. A very interesting and illuminating write my friend.

        • Neville



          written on behalf of a friend I hasten to add .. 🙂

        • Doggerel Dave

          Cracked it, haven't you...What one is left to wonder is how a man and woman ever get it together for any length of time......

          • Neville



            it does make you wonder doesn't it .. cheers D .. N

          • MendedFences27

            Ah, the selfish male rises again. It's a wonder anyone finds the time for marriage. Especially these days.
            Yeah, this is poetry. It has only one objective. - Phil A.

            • Neville



              I would like to say its a sign of the times, but it isn't, is it .. I reckon it must be a Y chromosome thing .. thanks for calling upon my little scribble Phil .. Neville

            • Goldfinch60

              Interesting words Neville, men and women do have differing dreams but in life they can be composite partners.

              Andy

              • Neville



                absolutely ..

              • Cassie58

                And you wonder how relationships last as long as they do, and they often do. The female and male of our species. I haven’t met a male yet who doesn’t like his home comforts while his eyes wander, even if his heart doesn’t. Let’s celebrate the positives while acknowkedging the differences. It’s all in the genes. I doubt if it will ever change:). So poetically penned Neville. I love forget me nots but I also have loved his pay rises too lol.

                • Neville



                  I hope you realise this was me just being a little bit tongue in cheeky .. 🙂

                  • Cassie58

                    Of course …. as if 🙂 Have a lovely evening Neville.🙂

                  • Accidental Poet

                    But when the pay raise comes in the form of her heart smiling for him it all evens out. 🌹

                    • Neville


                      You bet'cha .. 🙂

                    • Tom Dylan

                      A fine write, Neville. Different people have different dreams. Nicely done. The lines did remind me of a line in a Raymond Chandler novel. "I needed a drink, I needed a lot of life insurance, I needed a vacation, I needed a home in the country. What I had was a coat, a hat and a gun."

                      • Neville



                        Don't ever be blue Tom I can see from here you are well read ..



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