Tribute to a Selma dream

(To Selma, who inspires me.)

“He makes me feel alive”

she wrote it in her dairy,

the only thing she left behind,

a memory,

but not of him,

not of the man,

blood and bone,

left to pick up pieces,

scattering ashes and pages,

like a lost wind howling,

unknowing of what it missed

in the creases of her pages,

where she came to life,


He stands in abject horror,

having never been allowed access,

to the workings of her mind,

and now this,

one entry,

calling him a fool,

he chucks it finely,

straight into the sea,

for the words are more real,

than she ever was.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

3 thoughts on “Tribute to a Selma dream

  1. I am in tears right now. You are such a good poet. You have captured how he must have felt – the sense of disbelief, how deflated he was. I am so touched you took the time to write this and am delighted I could inspire you. Brilliant, moving piece!

  2. Now you know how I feel when I read your work! I want to buy your book..only problem don’t have one yet!! I would seriously like to see a collection of your short stories..make sure the one about the baking with grandma one is in there..that one is my favorite of all time!

  3. Ps..I am so relieved I did ok on this..I was worried it would not live up to the amazing quality of your story. (beams)

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