Sonhos de Crisalida

The world is sleeping

Slumbering still

With eyes closed

Minds racing in madness

As if a caterpillar in a chrysalis dream

Somewhere between crawling and fluttering

Somewhere undisclosed

Dark threads encapsulating us

Vibrations of light just beyond our grasp

Wondering

Wondering if our instincts can be trusted

Wishing we knew what the darkness had in store

The wings were only visions

Only wishes

But they grow stronger

When we release the cords of earth

When we are no longer bound to reputation

Bound by constructs of the world

When will we awaken?

When will our wings be illuminated

And the third eye opened?

Listen

Listen to the threads snapping

To the screams of our prison

Breaking apart

There is no more time to crawl

Only time to stretch our wings

And find this home that has haunted us

All our days

Time to fly fierce into the heavens

Author's Note

“This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.”
― Rumi

Reviews

[thetish]

The images are so strong, so deep. Beautiful.

[An owl on the moon]

Thank you so much. This year I hope to fly.

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing poem. The poem felt like a secret and private whisper.
"Listen
Listen to the threads snapping
To the screams of our prison
Breaking apart"
The above lines tender and with great meaning. Thank you my friend for sharing your amazing poetry.
Coyote

[An owl on the moon]

This one came from a deep soul place, my friend. Thank you for your kind comments, always.

[Coyote Poetry]

I felt the words and you are welcome.

[D Connolly]

We miss the point of life a lot, as humans. We have this race that we want to win, that we never agreed to be a part of, we just find ourselves running one day and if we're thinkers, we realize that we're bound by these intangible things and we create our own prisons. I think everyone's prison is different, but I know that for me, I'm becoming more brave and unafraid to be myself. I always wanted wings. I always wanted to fly.

[D Connolly]

haha, I didn't see that I read this a while back.

[An owl on the moon]

I am so glad you came back! Hoping that your week is filled with flying, soaring into places of freedom for you. As I was walking yesterday, I began contemplating how we are all flying on a small rock through the vastness of space, and yet we blind ourselves to such petty things, and fight and hate and hurt others. What a miracle to even exist on such a big blue marble adrift in the universe. :)

[Beccy]

Like new born mice, we are still blind to most of what is around us.
'Tis not the world that's sleeping, it is us.

Wonderful poetry.

Beccy.

[An owl on the moon]

That's so true. That blindness, for some it lasts a lifetime. May we truly learn to see.

[D Connolly]

It only takes one to help another see. I love the imagery you've used and the hope that is implied

[An owl on the moon]

I so appreciate your thoughts, and know that you are one who helps others see more clearly.

[D Connolly]

I hope so. Thank-you for your art

[ReedWrite]

Wow...another poem that just grabs the reader by the heart, shakes, then sets us down gently with a kiss on the cheek.
Love this line: When we are no longer bound to reputation/Bound by constructs of the world
And this: Listen to the threads snapping/To the screams of our prison/Breaking apart
So very rich in imagery...so much depth and passion.
Perhaps my favorite line of all is the closing one: Time to fly fierce into the heavens
I love the concept of that...flying fierce into the heavens...wow.
Reminds me of Thomas's: Do not go gentle into that good night/Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Beautifully penned poem, C.

[An owl on the moon]

Such kind, uplifting thoughts, and to even be uttered in the same breath as Dylan Thomas is beyond unspeakable joy. I hope my words above will one day be more than mere words. For now, i do so hope you are stretching your wings, ready to consume the sky with your soaring.

[Kathy Van Kurin]

C Froman,
This was a vulnerable honest voice. Meaningful because it is our very weakness and brokenness that we find hope and commonality with one another. Like a caterpillar between crawling and fluttering............in a chrysalis dream. Yes I get it. Its easy to stay there but it is a dream and not reality. Threads snapping, prison breaking apart. Yes we all want this. Beautiful work Blessings Kathy

[An owl on the moon]

I so deeply appreciate your comments and your lifting heart, dear Kathy. Thank you! Blessings on your week as it sweetens into weekend wonders.

[Kathy Van Kurin]

Cfroman,
What a nice note from you, very thoughtful! Kathy

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Such poetic truths you breathe, your voice is beautifully resounding, but dear poet, it is always darkest before the dawn. A great awakening is sure to come, for some I hope its not to late

[An owl on the moon]

Oh dear lynn, I almost missed your comments. Thank you so much, my friend. This has become an endless winter, but the stars are beautiful.

[Jade]

it is so hard to break free from some things. I can picture your words.

[An owl on the moon]

I appreciate your thoughts so much. I was lost in a cocoon for some 10 years, so I strongly agree with you.

[Jade]

i think I am still lost in one, or would like to be locked in one just for a while that is.

[An owl on the moon]

In this overwhelming darkness, may your wings grow so fierce and strong.

[Fahmida Mehreen]

It is a gorgeous piece of work.

[An owl on the moon]

Thank you, dear Fahmida. So glad you were by.