Poem from a recurring dream.

I have built a little cage

on the edge of a cliff,

where I pretend–

to live contentedly,

rather than learn to swim across

the turbulent waters below.

Cushioned by the delusion of safety,

I hang there trapped–

above murky waters-

as if sitting alone in a cage–

is  preferable to the risk of drowning.

I watch with envy, all the

happy swimmers passing by.

They seem to calm the water

with their powerful strokes.

But the thought of being

swallowed by the current,

keeps me here,

behind the iron bars of

disappointment.

I  have dreamed this flooded landscape.

I have dreamed this turbulent water.

I have dreamed the murky depths.

And I have dreamed this cage.

Now  wide awake–

I am dreaming of a little red boat.

Red boat JPG

By Lynna G

My name is Lynna Goldhar Smith, or Lynna-G for short. I am a multi-disciplinary artist. living in Vancouver which is part of the unceded traditional and ancestral territories of the Coast Salish First Nations. I paint and write about painting.

2 comments

  1. *deep sigh*

    funny, i have a painting sketched out on a canvas that i’m reminded of with this poem. a common theme, methinks…

    of course you know i love this….i’ve managed to open the door of my cage and now i’m just pondering how to leave…

    xo

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