But wake, dear dreamer, even if no answers arrive! I honor the courage of that waking, the letting go into the waking, more and more--whether mine or some aging or tired other.
God, I feel this down to my bones. Thank you for writing this.
love this re-birth...
Profound, that "chrysalis shroud". Let us project a waking into the golden splendor this poet deserves.
Dust is what we all return to,some sooner than othersI like that chrysalis shroudI have to wonder how it would feel thoughnot to truly be myself.
I'd ask the dreamwhy my hands crumblebefore I can touch.. that's what got me most... reminded me of a dream i had for a while - seeing all kind of things i longed for - and the moment i reached out they were gone..
Wow!! This is soo deep :D
There's no one that says it better, MZ, and you do make my day/week/month!! Thank you!! Have a beautiful weekend!
Whose is it, if not yours?
This is a bit intriguing but maybe it is what makes it so powerful.
That shroud we put around ourselves to be what others want us to be, to keep from being seen.....this is a wonderful and powerful poem. Spencer is Kanzensakura
A shroud or chrysalis.. who know but we if we are a moth or butterfly with such an armor.
That dream state and the awake state - you tell some with with your brevity, wonderful...
This makes me think!
You are always able to say so much in so few words. This feels like I'm inside a dream, but I know I am and still can't control it. Unsettling. -Patricia
"...a chrysalis shroud"Haunting and gorgeous.
Well.. for me at leastthe answer is SO simpleas to why for decadesi feel like a two-dimensionalhuman being.. i simplynever move allaroundlimitingbothmy brainand bodyto smallermetaphorof less than three dimensions..and yes.. this appliesto most stuff humanLife.. use it or loseIT applies to allstuff seenand unseenwith humanbeinGsALLISPRACTICE..:)
Someone is not too fussed with social mores, routine and alarm clocks. Dust is a natural feature of life... let it be what it has to be...A good one...
This describes being lost in a dream like a surreal painting. I can really relate, being a dreamer myself.
Stunning poem! I am a huge dreamer which leaves me lacking in the real world. This is why you're on my Poetry Blogroll. Have a good weekend!
"a chrysalis shroud"--powerful image!
I totally get the hands crumbling image...thank you for picking it up and using it so well.
you always do it. you make me think ~
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