Some nights I must draw a line,

a demarcation  where dreams

and   subconscious bend perception

to  shape reality.

In my  savage dreams I peel back my skin

press bristles of  feathers through my bones

take to the sky on a fury of wings

searching for you and our harem of clouds.

 

 

 

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art by Karol Bak

 

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    1. The poem came first Frank. I’m a big fan of Karol Bak’s art, many of her images represent a metamorphosis of woman to bird so I chose this woman in transformation for this piece. Thanks for your interest Frank. I appreciate that very much.

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  1. Dear poetess of love and life—Another great work from your gentle hands! Will restrict myself to uplifting poetry in your direction–via email–but It is My Turn to ease off some–life ism getting rough again. Not going away entirely—maybe less often. “Catch you on the other side”. Or in a few stanzas!

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          1. And ran me ragged today shopping–which I am not that fond of….but we saw some fireworks on TV and spent a little time vfeeling the breeze down nwxt to the Blackstone Rive3r—a few minutes of peace!

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  2. Love the descriptive feel of this, such a “gotta get away” feel to it. Be who you are and set yourself free, I’m reminded of ArchAngel, how he just let loose of his wings from his back and flew. Your words are so powerful and it brings beauty to life, you are beauty when you write.🌹. Peeling back the layers, what a symbolism of beautiful transformation to freedom, wonderful piece lovely.❤️

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  3. A very nice poem, Holly,
    and a beautiful picture.

    I like them.
    Here I made a German version:

    Reiher

    An manchen Abenden muss ich eine Linie ziehen,
    eine Grenze, wo Träume
    und Unterbewusstsein die Wahrnehmung beugen,
    die Realität zu formen.
    In meinen wilden Träumen streife ich meine Haut ab,
    drücke Federn an Kielen durch meine Knochen,
    steige zum Himmel mit heftig schlagenden Flügeln,
    suche nach dir und unserem Harem aus Wolken.

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  4. Reblogged this on Neues vom Hutschi and commented:
    Reiher

    An manchen Abenden muss ich eine Linie ziehen,
    eine Grenze, wo Träume
    und Unterbewusstsein die Wahrnehmung beugen,
    die Realität zu formen.
    In meinen wilden Träumen streife ich meine Haut ab,
    drücke Federn an Kielen durch meine Knochen,
    steige zum Himmel mit heftig schlagenden Flügeln,
    suche nach dir und unserem Harem aus Wolken.

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