So light so bright so sterile white
So cheerful mauve and tones of earth
Belly quickens with clockwork birth
The line is towed, the script, the map
The visions crushed the voice unheard
Prickly cactii desert trap
As Hughes once said “A Dream Deferred”
Seek unadventurous stable man
Clean cut indistinguished clan
Live others terms until the fall
“Why suicide? She had it all!”
This was poem and image was created in response to Don Charisma’s “Fear ” prompt. The last line in the second verse refers to Langston Hughes poem “A Dream Deferred”:
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore–
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over–
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?