NaPoWriMo Day 19 For Sunday Whirligig #3 http://sundayswhirligig.blogspot.com/
That night he dreamed, seemingly
endless, but steady stream of skewed
images, blurred with a furred crimson
mist at their edges.
Unhappy people caught in a cage,
pulled by their own insatiable hungers
for more of whatever they thought
they needed. Not even momentary
care given to others, or harm unleashed
on world around them. Seeking only
an unattainable bliss in self- created
guesthouse of unimaginable horrors.
Finally, fully awake, he found delicate
flower, blooming on ground beside him.
Soft petals unfolding in moonlight’s
reflections. Immediately understood
that the dream was an unraveling
of meaning behind myth he had
so recently heard.
Elizabeth Crawford 4/19/15
Notes: Forgot to get the Whirligig words until last night, and was stumped by the words themselves, at first sight of them. Wrote them down and slept with the list next to my pillow. Awoke with the title and first line drifting through my thoughts. It is an extension of the piece I wrote the day before. Happily managed to use all of the words, in one form or another. The image is a pen and ink drawing rescued from my media library, here on site.
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