Friday, August 21, 2015

If My Mouth

If my mouth were mine, I'd ask the dream
why my hands crumble
before I can touch,
why I welcome the dust -
a chrysalis shroud -
and why waking tastes
so foreign now.

For Open Link at dVerse

23 comments:

Susan said...

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.

jewel grey said...

God, I feel this down to my bones. Thank you for writing this.

Sumana Roy said...

love this re-birth...

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Profound, that "chrysalis shroud". Let us project a waking into the golden splendor this poet deserves.

X said...

Dust is what we all return to,
some sooner than others

I like that chrysalis shroud

I have to wonder how it would feel though
not to truly be myself.

Claudia said...

I'd ask the dream
why my hands crumble
before 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..

Sanaa Rizvi said...

Wow!! This is soo deep :D

Sylvia K said...

There's no one that says it better, MZ, and you do make my day/week/month!! Thank you!! Have a beautiful weekend!

Fireblossom said...

Whose is it, if not yours?

Gabriella said...

This is a bit intriguing but maybe it is what makes it so powerful.

Toni Spencer said...

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

brudberg said...

A shroud or chrysalis.. who know but we if we are a moth or butterfly with such an armor.

Abhra said...

That dream state and the awake state - you tell some with with your brevity, wonderful...

Mary said...

This makes me think!

Anonymous said...

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

Sioux said...

"...a chrysalis shroud"

Haunting and gorgeous.

Kate Mia said...

Well.. for me at least
the answer is SO simple
as to why for decades
i feel like a two-dimensional
human being.. i simply
never move all
around
limiting
both
my brain
and body
to smaller
metaphor
of less than
three dimensions..
and yes.. this applies
to most stuff human
Life.. use it or lose
IT applies to all
stuff seen
and unseen
with human
beinGs
ALLISPRACTICE..:)

Gemma Wiseman said...

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...

Kerry O'Connor said...

This describes being lost in a dream like a surreal painting. I can really relate, being a dreamer myself.

Bekkie Sanchez said...

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!

C.C. said...

"a chrysalis shroud"--powerful image!

verbalstrings said...

I totally get the hands crumbling image...thank you for picking it up and using it so well.

grapeling said...

you always do it. you make me think ~