Simply beautiful. Who is to say that reality is not a dream and dreams nothing more than reality hidden? I like this one very much. Thanks for sharing such intimacies of your mind.
This is an interesting work...even though it stems from a dream it's characteristic nature leaves an emotional concept of life in general...the visions of worldly symptoms and the loss of love while also losing one's own light...ending with an afterthought of peace and bareness the only way we come into this world...
Peace, my dear, is a very good state to be in. Allow light to seep into your soul once more, it really is not stolen, you still have it, never think you have no light, for you my dear have many reserves where that is concerned.
Much Peace, Love, and Light,
Amber "V"
Such beautiful sentiments, Axilea. Your words leave me feeling dizzy somehow. That's a good thing. Thank you for sharing this gift. Love and best wishes,
In the cold, cold, frigid below-freezing temperatures, it is love that is the expendable extremity. It is the tip of the nose, the baby toe-- the pinky finger that has to go-- the sacrifice for freedom-- for life. She rubs the sap backwards, into her branches-- her trunk-- her heart, and wraps her rigid bark around her. There she shivers-- naked-- waiting for the axer's compassionate HACK! at her tip-top tawdry twigs. And when he comes, she sighs. But she feels a peaceful warmth for all that. --Charlie
I do believe that dreams are the bridge between what we must be in reality and what we would like to be in our minds...I would look at this smoothly imaged dream that you captured so well in this poem, as a hint that you will not be held down or smothered by the world around you.
hugs
Fee
life reveals a struggle within your words Axilea. i am immersed in thought as i read these lines again. naked and bare to just the elements of life is indeed pristine in our natural world. without our sources of survival we shall always be bare. deep reading and i am thankful for your works.
Critical insights into your awakening after the dream. The very essence of purging restrictive mind coverings and body frills for a patchwork of peace is cathartic, ready to own your new awareness. I say this pointing to the shelf above the hearth with scented candles staring BARE at my reflection in the mirror. The reality catches up with this poem - one just can't admire bare, you've got to do something with it - replant the dream as collateral to your future yearnings, Axilea...nice poetry...be well always...Blessed Be.
Dreams are mysterious parts of our mind where subconsciously we harbor good and bad. Dreams have never been figured out or predecided upon. I feel different about dreams and it borders upon the quantum physics that is a mystery. I think if you read up on Quantum Physucs you will find some answers.
Love,
Susan
Early Works is an exhaustive compilation of the first decade of the poems and stories of Z.B.McClure. Included are family photos, rare personal photos, photos of 1st draft manuscripts of many of his early poems. Also some biography and memoir materia
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Peace be with you. Shay White
peaceful and naked before birth...
very nice, Axilea...
enjoyed...
Art Sun...
Keith
Much Peace, Love, and Light,
Amber "V"
Be safe,
Karen
Regis
Christine
hugs
Fee
May you find the light you seek and always walk in peace,love and blessings, Paul
always,
randy
Warmly,
Sage
Love,
Susan