Finding Myself
Who enters the day with tongue too curious?
What enters the mind in bewilderment’s sway?
Head-first the plunge
into waters unplumbed:
do I know myself? No more!
No more
I say.
Thin peel by thin
I unwrap the onion
of my soul too shivery
of a layer too deep.
I choose to believe
I will it to be
the rawness
making me cry.
And what would you say,
what would you whisper,
what would you shout
if you could?
If you woke each day in love
without fear
in a cocoon some call home.
Not sure I am doing this properly, but I am trying to link this to the OpenLinkNight at virtual pub dVersePoets, a rather amazing website and initiative which enables me to read poems by some of the most interesting voices that the online world has to offer.
Thank you again for the touch of you through words.
Ah, thank you! Looking forward to your book, Normandie – are you in the final editing phases now?
Wouldn’t it be great if that were the case! I’ve two books in the hands of editors, and they’re neck and neck to the finish line–which, it appears, won’t happen until late spring. Now I know how Wayside’s authors feel. Sigh.
How extraordinary … I’m writing a piece on bewilderment (!) I love this, Marina, especially the reference to the ubiquitous onion.
Look forward to sharing the bewilderment!
Marina Sofia – Oh, you’ve so elegantly evoked the journey of self-discovery. This is just wonderful!
Those onions always get me going… (I have sensitive conjunctive tissue or something).
welcome at dVerse marina sofia…and a multi-layered poem you brought to the table..i sometimes find it interesting and surprising what we find under those layers of our soul sometimes…good to peel them away carefully and always have a pen ready to write…smiles
Thank you for your very prompt visit – I’ve been hearing so much about dVerse and enjoy so many of the poets there. So, baby steps…
dang…so good…the knowing not of yourself…and pealing the onion…the cocoon of home in the end is really the highpoint of the piece for me…like it much….welcome to dverse….smiles.
And what a lovely welcome it is! Thank you, Brian. I’ve been admiring you and dVerse from afar for a while now, but decided to take the plunge.
Lovely write.
Thank you and thanks for stopping by on my blog – much appreciated.
Very moving, very Rumi-esque. Thank you.
Do you know, I’ve never read Rumi? (shock, horror) I may have to, now!
I read it so many times and hit a fresh layer of the onion each time -it seared my heart!
Oh, thank you, that really means a lot to me. It’s been a poem haunting me for a while now…
Oh this is so brilliant, Marina! You took the metaphor deep. Loved it.
You are kind, thank you, Quirina!
Who enters the day with tongue too curious?
What enters the mind in bewilderment’s sway?
Head-first the plunge
into waters unplumbed:
Intriguing, unusual lines/images that pulled me into the rest of the poem.
Thank you, Terri. And then it occured to me that ‘Who enters the day with tongue too curious’ could also refer to my very talkative younger son, who likes to start the day at about 6 a.m.
A cocoon called home resonated – I always think of “safe as houses” when I think o how much our lives are filled with “home” – safe, protected, yet nonetheless vulnerable, intimate, unique as each one who fills that space, changed when one sheds that cocoon and flies away. Lovely exploration.
‘Safe as houses’ – interesting thought, that, when these days (just these days, or throughout history?) houses are so easily lost to debt, floods, radiation contamination.
Thank you for coming over here to read my poem and for your comment!
“unwrap the onion of my soul” – SO good!