What are dreams?
Dreams are chrysalises.
What are you now,
enclosed in that hard protective case?
Oh, little pupa, are you safe?
Do you long to escape,
stretch you wet, crumpled wings
and fly?
Dreams might look dead.
But…
dreams released
are new creatures
longing to soar.
What are dreams?
Dreams are jack pine seeds.
What are you now,
resin-glued in that hard, thick cone?
Oh, little seed, are you safe?
Do you long to escape
in the forest fire blaze
and sprout?
Dreams might look imprisoned.
But…
dreams freed
are giant trees
yearning to grow.
Dream…
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This is just beautiful! It reminds me of Langston Hughes’ “Dream Deferred”! I loved the precise language you used and the creative use of space on the page. What a gem you’ve shared with us! Gorgeous and meaningful!
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I love this! 🙂
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