traverse

02/2013

Lost in my mind

        In my ambiguous grief

My everlasting lament

      I followed a ghost

Trailing behind her

        Sifting through images left

Pulling at the cords

         I lifted the curtains

Allowing audience 

         To the ultimate journey

From flesh to eternity

         A beautiful transition

   A metamorphosis

   Inanimate to fluid motion

          For the butterfly

     That is

  Our consciousness 

           A reveler

       In correlation

                     In awe

  With death, an angel

        I became

Reviews

You became one with your dreams in this one dear friend... I know the feeling...

You shapeshift, into a butterfly (angel), out of a dark and lonely cocoon...
I loved the lines halfway:

Pulling at the cords
I lifted the curtains
Allowing audience "

Those exactly give the feeling of opening up, and dare to die, or to let go...
Even "En Publique" ... excellent piece dear xx

[Doctor Uphoff]

I particularly like this poem with its ghost persona and the excellent language. Your pen name draws my attention, immediately, but I hope you are a kindly person. When I have more time, I will look through all your poetry. Thankyou.