Thursday, August 7, 2014

Never Was

Once upon a time
that never was,

I wore white gloves and danced
with a gentleman from France.

Once upon a time
that never was,

I loved a lady from Peru.
And, we danced, too.

Heads, I lie;
fairy tales, I'm true.

8 comments:

Helen said...

I can only close my eyes, smile, sigh .....

Sylvia K said...

Have to agree with Helen today -- closed eyes, a smile and a sigh! Have a great one, MZ!

Carrie Van Horn said...

Love your play on words in the last stanza here....I am simply left with a beautiful sigh just like Helen and Sylvia. :-)

Fireblossom said...

This is way cute. I love it.

Susan said...

The true of fairy tales is indisputable. This is beautiful.

Björn Rudberg said...

Like limericks without being so.. love its playfulness.

blueoran said...

I think you nail poetry's greatest power, to celebrate what is but could never be. Narration and biography--bah! They say nothing of the dance!

Shawna said...

I love the double meaning in your title, making "never" a noun, saying that the entity of never actually WAS. If that makes sense. :) Like, whatever you're thinking about that never happened in the physical world, actually has more power and "existence" than what really IS, physically. In other words, fairy tales do come true if you imagine them.

The closing is so smart, of course. Besides the flip-a-coin word play, I see that you are true to yourself in fairy tales, but not so much in all the heads/hats you wear in your regular daily life. Make that's less real than the tales you spin.