Metamorphosing To The Tune Of Reassembled Rapture~

~a reincarnation puzzle~

The dreamscape

fragrance, like lavender

sounds, violins weeping

man in a dusty suit

a green leaf

a tiny egg

his fingertip, a scar

scoops up a pearl shell

membrane dew on his tongue

sun drop

attaches

silk against his vocal chords

 

There are no days here

there just is

where flowers do not know they are not supposed to dance

and fill the meadow with rapturous  waltz

where the Blue Danube curls over her banks

to pleat her curves with cherry blossoms

deep curtsy in indigo

before an uprooting tree

his branches around her liquid waist

a wild crow playing his fiddle

to the purr of a transparent cat with a lace collar and a wicked grin

 

The man's suit turns from dust

to sensible cotton

his pupils from round, dilated darkness, slit into gold rapture

irises pigmented with evergreen scales

the cocoon in his throat a tickle

now and then

his fingers play the skin beneath his jaw

open a window in a hollow

inside, a cream silk in the shape of eternity

gently pulsing

in rhythm

with the cobalt carotid pushing his blood through

into possibilities

 

There are no nights here

just an ever fluid movement

across piano keys

deep heels in warm mud

girls with tilted eyes playing toss with a sphere

drops of ocean

pine needles in moss green

bioluminescent glitter in their pores

on a see saw made of light

up

down

tossing metaphors like candy

linear theology an inverted rhythm in their marrow

they draw formulae through the air squared with moon beams

powered to the infinite scale

ice cream pink

down their chin

for hummingbirds

honey bees

a kiss

 

The man walks the miles

that are not miles

but just are

a song in his throat

his throat a cocoon

inside the white silk a girl reassembling puzzle pieces

flexing her spine

her mind feeding his rapture

his rapture

her metamorphosis

 

The miracle is in the making

the man once made of dust has become shiny malleable liquid metal

the girl, once upon a time,  scattered pieces through countless bodies

is rediscovering her parts one by one

in a rib

in a smile

in a rose

in a flame. . . .

 

Can you guess what will happen when she is complete

can you guess what will happen when his rapture opens the cocoon . . . .

 

They don't ask

they were made faceted in other~wise

knowing

the answer

is the question

and the question

the song. . . .

 

 

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Reviews

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"is rediscovering her parts one by one
in a rib
in a smile
in a rose
in a flame. . . ."
!oh my genius--i always snatch connections to you-
every time i read a piece of your work goddess...
(that spell-that spell-that voodoo of you sugar ! ;)

beautiful :)

[C]

Oh, how beautiful. It just IS........

[Linear]

I cannot begin to give any kind of review, on such a flowing piece of artistry as this poetic dream, It would need many hours of my all to precious time to do this piece of literature any justice at all, so I'm just going to say It's stunning

[Ed Hart]

your accent is unique, as is your heart...this long unwrapping of you over the weeks and months, is like a lover, slowly approaching

[Amy Bumpas]

So vibrant of a story...of life, rebirth, one of strength.
You always take us on these fairytale journeys...just
waiting for the Mad Hatter to pop out LOL! We are one
of beauty, and intrigue, created to music, for the soul, and
so we are released.

[FireWoman]

The answer is in us all. Each soul held captive, a prisoner... what they don't know is that within us is the prison as well as the key. We evolve through experience and those that grace our path along the way guiding us towardds or away from a destination. In the end, I beleive is that place you speak of where there are no days or nights. We will rise from our Earthen ashes to finally be free to roam at will, finally understanding the secret that only those that have past know. (Except for those whom have already died, of course, like us) ; )

[.]

the title is captivating for starters, knowing your going to be in for a surreal trip and of course the sweet selene with her pen made of metaphors and unique mind delivers a divine journey ..

[KAREN]

Excellent write and a wonderful read!

[Rikkevi Rue]

and deep within your core there is a yearning ...what is it my dear?

[Lachenille Papillion]

sigh... I can't imagine this world without your words...

[Kerry O'Connor]

This is utterly fabulous, Selene. An instant favourite for me as it encapsulates all I love about imaginative writing - the feeling of being lifted up into a whirlwind of impossibilities and then being deposited in a world where every word is true.
I could list all the lines I love, but I would merely repeat your entire poem for you, but I would like to mention the stunning intro and the image of the girl in the cocoon - Loved them so much.