Aspirations ~ OpenLinkNight

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As a matter of fact, I owe you all.  After last weeks pity party and so many kind and thoughtful comments that had me in tears...I am happy to say you've lead me to a better place.  Without this community, I have to wonder if I'd even still be writing...

So, my dearest Poets...when ever the real world has you doubting your purpose, your efforts, your words...know you can count on the fantastic dVersePoets to help get you through.  We are indeed community and here's to another fantastic OpenLinkNight where we get to show the world just how strong we really are. 

Aspirations


I’ve often wondered about them girls.
You know the ones,
lips red like cherries,
fingernails long as a jungle cats
and pantyhose bought from catalogs…
not Woolworth’s.

Mama tells me to look away
whenever we have to venture to the city
and the market where we
get to sell pumpkins by the ocean.
And Daddy…

well, he tells me the same
but I see him sneaking looks
eyes as big as saucers.
I know Mama’s never looked
quite that shiny.

You can hear them laughing
as they smoke their cigarettes
leaning up against lamp posts
with furs wrapped round their necks
and high heels with peep toes

just like movie stars…
Mama gives me a slap when I say that
and gives Daddy one of her
I told you so looks
but they do…and I always wanted to be a movie star.

I know that my old hand me downs
from a sister long ago married off
will never get me noticed.
And no amount of money
will ever change where I’m from.

One day though…I think
as I pile another pumpkin into the bin.
One day I’ll be there with them
and when I send Mama and Daddy their share
then they’ll understand.

And Mama will never have to look at Daddy that way ever again.

Comments

Becky Sain said…
Love this... Great story, I was caught up in it. Reading again!
Uneven Stephen said…
This is a fantastic poem, Natasha! I love it! Great storytelling, rhythm and imagery - I really got lost in the piece. Love the "not Woolworth’s" line. Well done!
Brian Miller said…
there is an intersting tension underneath this with the parents...and as often when we try to explain away reality, it has all the more allure for children...i do hope she is star, but the right kind you know...
Anonymous said…
Love the poem Natasha and as Brian says a definite underlying tension between the adults - a great undertone :) Steve
Unknown said…
Tash, really clever write. Love the narrator's voice hear, you nailed that innocence and the characterization of the parents although barely in the poem. Perhaps I'm reading the poem a bit skewed, but I love the "misunderstanding" between the kid and what she believes those girls to be and what they really are. Loved it in any case, as interpretation is what the poem's about-at least that's how I always look at. So thanks, great first read for me today
Unknown said…
great story well told .....thank you x
The Silver Fox said…
Reminds me of the America of my youth... minus the "movie stars," of course....

Got chills at the end, too.

Excellent... but that's nothing new!
Maude Lynn said…
Fantastic write, Natasha! Gives my mama heart a shiver.
Unknown said…
those ladies leaning on the posts sound an awful lot like hookers! Hope that girl became the kinda star who doesnt have to get her nightly rounds in ;) heheh... great story Natasha. it's always a pleasure to read your work.
Anonymous said…
...ah parenting is a hard job... understanding kids even harder... loved the reflection in your piece... layers of meaning
Anonymous said…
Just a huge 'WOW' :-) Real kick at the ending lines.

Great poem!
said…
That is hilarious! I love the tie-in between the title and the closing:

"One day I’ll be there with them
and when I send Mama and Daddy their share
then they’ll understand."
said…
Speaking of seeing people smoking in public ... we've taught our girls that it's unhealthy and that they should never smoke. So when my oldest sees someone smoking, she is not shy about calling them out on it with a line like: "Gross! Don't you know that will kill you? Why would you even think about smoking?!" She shouts it out loud, too. :) It's actually quite funny.
theborgpoet said…
Fantastic Tash! I like where you are from and never try to hide it! (unless of course you are from Digby!..kidding!)
Claudia said…
you captured the interaction, the tension, the dreams, the innocence and the not so innocent so well tash..think that's one of my favs by you
Anonymous said…
Love the narrative here and even more so the perspective you give us from the childs pov. shows how differently and maybe less judgmental they see the world, un tainted and drawing their own conclusions about things before adults have the chance to soak their brain with the formalities of society? I just love this! You must never stop writing Tash! You are brilliant and you inspire so many, myself included. Thank you for always being true and REAL!

Love always,
Kellie

http://magicinthebackyard.wordpress.com/2011/11/22/hard-cider/
mrs mediocrity said…
yes, i agree with claudia, well done!
something below the surface mad me sad...maybe a be careful what you wish for kind of feeling.
Daydreamertoo said…
There but for the grace of God...go I.
I've never looked down on street workers. They are doing what they see as a job and, it is the oldest profession in the world. Sex sells. I wouldn't want them at the end of our road but, then, I think they should legalise brothels and take them off the streets and have them at least some place safe.
Hard hitting Tash.
Jannie Funster said…
WOW, what a complete stunner, Natasha, from first to last word.

Just LOVE your imagination in this. And what a story.

And pumpkins shall save us all!!

xo
Arron Shilling said…
Hey tash - love the opening - it really got me good and then the (twisted internal dynamics)

as i read it - could just be me ha ha ha.

leave me to it - im enjoying myself :)
Mark Butkus said…
It was those pretty girls on the corner who taught many boys to grow up. A good read and I love the way you are subtle with ways of the parents.
There is an undercurrent of tension here, and I think it serves the story well. Really beautifully done!

Audrey
Scarlet said…
Enjoyed the storytelling...nice perspective from the child's point of view. When we were young, we have to dreams to be movie star; and time alone will prove if the path is meant for us or not. Love your voice here ~
ayala said…
I love this!
I think this is one of my favorites that you wrote!
This reminds of Ai's dialog poems. You've really caught the unique voice, attitude, innocence, and set into a very beluevabke setting. Excellent.
tinkwelborn said…
Tashtoo...this is really good. It's almost a prose poem with a neat story behind it.

Let's face it...the girls are flowers & look good.
you make them sound good in your descriptive words.

I like the familial interplay amongst your Mama and Daddy & yourself (the narrator/speaker).

you could go one with this poem...it's story-like.

good job. I enjoyed reading this.
Pat Hatt said…
Wow late to the party here at your place
You really gave this one such and embrace
Truly one of your best ever
Very fun and clever
Never a dull moment with tashtoo
And that face it fact is true
Jessica Kristie said…
Wow, Love it! It is a creative and descriptive piece. xoxoxo
Anonymous said…
extremely captivating...so much so that ive read it twice
Anonymous said…
Very nice. The pumpkins give this a real fairy tale quality--and I love the peep hole shoes.
Anonymous said…
I love the skewed innocent, and childish values, the pumpkins juxtaposed with the worldly women and their furs...and that line at the end...they'll understand...when I send them their share...! Oh, a lovely poem that tells a story...and what we see in the future as the child sees and learns innocence, no doubt, will be tarnished...Wonderful piece, Natasha!
Cathy Feaster said…
Loved this story, Tash, and the child's innocent view...although I think she may be wiser than we think.
Dear Tashtoo

Its fantastic walk down the memory lane through a girl's eye... I liked it a lot..

Shashi
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/11/whispers-sighs.html
At Twitter @VerseEveryDay
Ginny Brannan said…
Ah, through the eyes of a child, where life is not yet jaded, and women on the corner in furs and lipstick could only be "movie stars." Reality vs. perception. I enjoyed reading this tale spun from the eyes of a young girl who dreams of a life other than farming and hand-me-downs. Hope she found it somewhere other than a street corner.
I'm quickly drawn into the world of this poem, the narrator's combination of innocence and close knowledge of her parents' dynamics, the pumpkins vs the cherries. Many little details make the conversational tone perfect (shiny!) -- the pumpkin/bin pairing, the cats & catalogs, the wooliness of Woolworth's. There's also a fable quality in the combo of pumpkin-sellers and ocean, Woolworth's and jungle cats.
Brendan said…
Great amplification of the family drama, tensions between Mom and Dad over the usual thing other than money (which moves in here too, in the end) bringing a blossoming daughter to center stage. Both parents are right and wrong, and the daughter's choice is her own and probably will piss off both parents no matter what - because that's what becoming an individual means. Great work. - Brendan
Laura said…
You've expressed a lifetime of longing in your beautiful poem...a story so complete.
Anonymous said…
I enjoyed the flashback narrative feel of this, Tash. Really brought me to that time and place, a small child with big dreams, trapped by circumstances. Great piece!
Gene
Terrific picture you paint, Natasha, very well done.
Unknown said…
A tale spun with golden thread... loved it :)
Anonymous said…
Nice narrative poem!
Divya said…
Oh you are so true Tash.. I have been struggling to a muse out from my pen but nothing sparkling is coming out . I felt frustrated but then dVerse poets kept commenting on whatever crap I wrote and I feel no matter what I will be back again with sparkle.. I am so glad we are part of this community where our words hold invisible threads to our hearts
Divya said…
And yes about the poem .. I find it a sweet poem narrated quite simply and which flows very nicely/ Nice Write .. Loved the last lines.. One day we sure gonna reach our stars :)
M. A. S. said…
This is such a great narrative! I don't usually get to know/understand/believe a character so much in a poem.

Also I love "pantyhose bought from catalogs..."

Nice writin'.
earthgirl said…
a narrative voice like this is usually difficult to pull off...but this one is genuine. authentic. real. and leads us all willingly to the stunner at the end. bravo...
Brian Miller said…
tashtoo tashtoo where are you...smiles.
I thoroughly enjoyed reading this tale!

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