This is a VERY rough draft of something I’m trying to say. It’s not coming out right. Gotta work on it some more. But for now it is what it is. It might make sense, then again, it might not! 🙂 Not even sure about the name…
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wizard
i wasn’t prepared for what happened
when you opened the door to my life.
in the blink of an eye i morphed
from Alice in Wonderland, with my
too much muchness, to Dorothy, running
away from home with Toto in her basket.
suddenly my black and white life
was filled with overwhelming color
so bright it nearly hurt my heart.
not in a bad way, but in an awakening.
like a butterfly sleeping in its cocoon,
i opened my soul* and swelled
out of that sheltered place, wings unfurling,
perched on a limb, the ground below me,
the sky above, and i felt for the first time i
had a choice of where to fly.
so enamored was i with the sights and
sounds around me i became fearful
of your leaving and closing the door behind you
because you couldn’t promise
you’d always be there.
panicked, i hungered to see and learn as much as I could.
i threw myself into the air, my winged journey
a joyful pain. yet, I persevered, I soared,
deeper and deeper into that beautiful country
until I realized, as your voice echoed
from behind a curtain in an emerald city,
your words reverberating through my being,
that now I must quest to find the witches in my life.
so here i stand at the crossroads, lost in Oz,
asking myself if i have the courage to take up the challenge,
or if i would rather pull the door shut myself
and return to my black and white life
of boring sameness and safety.
but, i wonder, could i ever forget
that beautiful, scary, technicolor world
you invited me into?
or would my soul* be satisfied to remain forever
locked in that dark, stagnant cocoon
where it would eventually wither
and pass from this world
forgotten and alone…
(*the Greek word for Butterfly)
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Picture Sources:
Butterfly — PngImg.com
Girl — belfastbutterflyclub.co.uk
Lori Carlson said:
This is such a powerful poem, Calen. An exploration, a seeking and making sense of it all. I wouldn’t change a thing. It is perfect as is.
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calensariel said:
I appreciate that, Lori, coming from a fellow Seeker! 🙂
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platosgroove said:
Dorothys anger surfaced when she thought she had been tricked by the wizzard. She thought she needed someone to fix her. Then she found out that there are no wizzards and that she had the means to resolve her conflict with her the whole time.
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calensariel said:
Well, she’s different than me in one way, then. I’ve never been angry at the wizard. 🙂 Just depended on him way too much. He really is a wonderful guy behind that curtain. 😉
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S. Thomas Summers said:
…or is it Pippi?
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S. Thomas Summers said:
I quite enjoyed the allusions housed in stanza one. You are a fine mix of Dorothy, Alice…and a bit of Nancy Drew and Pippy Longstocking
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calensariel said:
LOL. Well I guess I’m in good company then. 😀
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Soul Gifts said:
I have to agree with Plato on this one, o ye of little faith 🙂 It’s perfect as it is, and technicolour is just right. Anything less would be – wrong. I’m emailing you something you might find interesting…….
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calensariel said:
Another interesting comment. Going to have to think on these. This is really in response to a class Plato did at the rehab.
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Soul Gifts said:
My email is winging its way to you 🙂
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calensariel said:
Got it and sent you a reply. Very interesting…
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platosgroove said:
For all the action Dorothy knew very little and only chose to try sometimes. She made very little happen. Mainly she just went and things kinda resolved themselves. This is one of my favorite things you’ve ever done. Its very cool that we don’t have to figure it out before something wonderful happens. Thats part of the wonder. Very nice!
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calensariel said:
Really? I’m kind of floored. I’m not sure why you’d like it. It seems so wishy washy.
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platosgroove said:
I wouldn’t call it wishy washy. But whatever you call it that was an evocative piece about where you were/are. Where ever you are is a vakid and good pkace to be. Its now and now is always Technicolor. 🙂
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calensariel said:
Well thanks. 🙂 I did my year end post saying I’m done digging and I’m on my way to Oz. “Done digging!” 😀 Now I just gotta line up all my witches and learn to shoot my bow better! 😉
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Clare said:
‘Suddenly my black and white life was filled with overwhelming color’ – lovely thought provoking words Calen that say so much.
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calensariel said:
LOL Someone’s been telling me stories of the Wizard of Oz!
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Clare said:
They are all true!
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busy lady said:
What an expressive poem! Thank you.
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calensariel said:
Thanks, Darlene. Why do words have to get stuck so hard inside of us? Well, me? rolls eyes…
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amileinmyshoes said:
This is wonderful , but teetering on the edge between hopeful and hopeless. Choose technicolour, life is short.
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calensariel said:
That’s one of my biggest faults. I’m so indecisive! (I was still playing with this. Posted it too soon… shakes head…)
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platosgroove said:
Choosing ambivalence is a choice and a good one at times.
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calensariel said:
Really? I can see it being a choice, but I just figured it was the cowardly way out. Hm…
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Opher said:
Go for the colour! It’s exciting! One life – fill it with wonder!
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calensariel said:
I would have expected nothing less from you! 😉
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