A Future Framed Wish
You talk about a future.
One, where I’m your happily wedded wife,
a small house, a cute dog, a baby on the way;
a future framed wish.
But then you go and hang it
on a wall far, far, away,
high above the passing of time
where it may never be viewed.
Then you ramble on
about your doubts and your fears
that the glass on your future wish
may crack, break, and shatter
So I go and buy it a stronger shield
a tiny case for its own protection
with great hope that this framed future
may always be placed out to be dreamed.
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comparing an idealized future to a picture in a fame is actually a pretty awesome metaphor which underscores the incompatibility of such an idealization: pictures are static, but the future is constantly in flux. Holding on to that static image, then, results in the cracked glass, which you illustrate in line twelve. This is a great extended-metaphor poem--try to get it published somewhere!