Wrap myself in verdant dreams –
creaseless envelope of hope –
have written my deepest desire,
sealed the vessel shut…
meanwhile, reality oozes red,
like puss from open wounds,
creeps into careful corners,
bleeds through edges…
nothing neat about dreaming –
life demands, cuts, prods,
does not bargain – hope is fine
unless control is the container.
(Inspired by the prompts of Ragtag Community: verdant; Fandango: meanwhile; and Reena’s Exploration Challenge: bleeding edge.)
Image from personal collection.
Love the poem, just adore that painting, what a post!
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Thank you!
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Most welcome VJ
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Awesome extension of my thoughts.
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And your reply give ME more thoughts … I feel a poem comin’ on!
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Applause over here!
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“envelope of hope” intrigues … as though one might seek out such an envelope and crawl inside, like a cave … maybe the envelope has one of those long oval windows … you could peer out at the hopeless surrounds …?
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It’s the image that came to me, inspiring this piece. Envelope suggests letter – like a sealed wish we send off to the Universe – so neatly transcribed and full of expectation. Interesting to read your take on it – gives me more thoughts to ponder.
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Life is always getting in the way of our hopes and dreams!
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Yes, it is!
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