{"id":895,"date":"2015-03-02T09:29:09","date_gmt":"2015-03-02T16:29:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/?p=895"},"modified":"2015-03-01T13:19:33","modified_gmt":"2015-03-01T20:19:33","slug":"895","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/?p=895","title":{"rendered":"I Dreamed a World, by Colleen Anderson"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/Walter_Crane07.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-medium wp-image-898\" src=\"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/Walter_Crane07-227x300.jpg\" alt=\"Walter_Crane07\" width=\"227\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/Walter_Crane07-227x300.jpg 227w, http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/Walter_Crane07.jpg 454w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 227px) 100vw, 227px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Everyone must sleep at the end of the era<br \/>\nIt is the only way that thoughts fly free<br \/>\nmaking patterns, a new weave<br \/>\nI had to be the template<br \/>\nthe apex of the royal line<br \/>\nheir and loom of changes to come<\/p>\n<p>But nothing is instantaneous<br \/>\nNot love, not change<br \/>\nnor the turning of the world\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s wheel<br \/>\nSo wheel and spindle it was that spun<br \/>\ninto a realm of sleep, of make believe<br \/>\nof imagining my freedom<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">I dreamed a world where days unravel predictably<br \/>\ncurses by mad half-women have no weight<br \/>\nand fear of a spindle prick is only for the pain<br \/>\nNo uttered prophesy fringes a birthday with dread<br \/>\nnor magic from the craft of one\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s hands<br \/>\nand the only spell is one of making<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">I dreamed a world where love\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s blossom has few thorns<br \/>\nAll choices made on waking are with full knowledge<br \/>\nof my desires and patterns for my future<br \/>\nare woven of my own designs<br \/>\nArranged marriages are only made<br \/>\nwhen all the parties agree<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">I dreamed a world where princesses have voices<br \/>\nbeyond singing from their gilded rooms<br \/>\nand beauty whether sleeping or awake<br \/>\nis not for sale or inheriting lands<br \/>\nDecisions to plant something new twine<br \/>\nrespect for intellect and innovation<\/p>\n<p>Worlds are imperfect things<br \/>\nand dreams are circumspect<br \/>\ntheir stories running counterpoint to logic<br \/>\nwarp and weft difficult to disentangle as briar roses<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">I awoke to find my world consists of one day at a time<br \/>\nHalf-mad I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122ve grown with menial drudgery<br \/>\nfor what else can a disinherited princess do<br \/>\nMy dreams and wishes fall on disenchanted air<br \/>\nNo craft of mine is better than that of machinations<br \/>\nand the only spell is how to succeed<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">I awoke to find love is distanced by an apparatus<br \/>\nmaking a one-night stand unfulfilling<br \/>\nas a prince\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s demand for loyalty if not for love<br \/>\nMy choices are limited to who might return my call<br \/>\nand arranged meetings are only made<br \/>\nfor sex without a need for courting<\/p>\n<p style=\"padding-left: 30px;\">I awoke to find every girl a princess<br \/>\ndemanding the latest fashion as women<br \/>\nsmear concocted potions, unguents, dire pastes<br \/>\nand try magics to hold time at bay<br \/>\nI have tried to nurture the shoot of new beginnings<br \/>\nbut find it strangled out by greed<\/p>\n<p>Everyone must sleep to escape the nightmares<br \/>\nof the day, to pretend we soar higher<br \/>\naway from a life that pricks us<br \/>\nI made a mistake using the last zephyrs<br \/>\nof magic to dream a simple desire<br \/>\nlacking complexity that living really means<\/p>\n<p>Nothing is easy<br \/>\nnot love, not change<br \/>\nnor the turning of our lives<br \/>\nSo I dream of the welcoming narcotic jab<br \/>\nthat will spin me into a realm of dreams of hope<br \/>\nof imagining freedom<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; Everyone must sleep at the end of the era It is the only way that thoughts fly free making patterns, a new weave I had to be the template the apex of the royal line heir and loom of changes to come But nothing is instantaneous Not love, not change nor the turning of [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[17],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-895","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/895","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=895"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/895\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":899,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/895\/revisions\/899"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=895"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=895"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=895"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}