When more adrenalin than blood coursed through her veins
she crawled from her bed past the partying carnies. It was
worth the risk, as a small promise was made and stored in a
soon-forgotten niche of her heart……………………………………..
………………………………………She’d clawed her way back to it,
led by cryptic clues on tattered dream sticky notes. Fish
in so many different forms and configurations, swimming to it,
the promise of a green cocoon under moody, yet benevolent blue.
Curled now in her cocoon, warm, safe, boogies vanquished or fled,
why is it that the peace, the quiet, often lends itself only to dread?
There is a certain sterility to perfect comfort, no challenges to meet,
No aggravation, no compelling desires, only suffocating gentle peace.
To live on beyond the green, living tomb, one must risk – or face death.
Tricia Sankey is today’s host of dVerse’ Poetics. Tricia says:
I want to explore the theme of risk.
Tao Talk 
Most certainly we must take risks in order to feel alive! It’s nice to have a balance between the adrenaline and the peace, as you have created here.
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Thanks, Ingrid!
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I think we have to live the life we have been given… and maybe there will be something beyond… but at least when you die you know that you have done something good.
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Thank you for your thoughtful comment, Bjorn.
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Lisa,
It was the “small promise” made, still alive in heart, that drove her out of her niche, and that seems to be (to me anyway) the driving force that will transform her out of the “green living tomb,” out of larval form into new life.
The nature of the promise is intriguing, perhaps it’s nature itself.
pax,
Dora
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Dora, I really appreciate your feedback and your insights here. Thank you ❤
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“There is a certain sterility to perfect comfort, no challenges to meet,”.. yes! This is incredibly potent! 💝💝
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Thank you ❤
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Living on “beyond the green” is something to contemplate. Perhaps we reach a time we have not the energy to take many risks and fight what battles they might arouse.
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May be, Beverly. I don’t think I’m quite there yet.
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Absolutely! The alternative to risk is an easy trap to fall into but so much worse. Well said!
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Thank you very much, Sunra.
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I liked this line, “the promise of a green cocoon under moody, yet benevolent blue.” The colors sound so soothing here! I tend to agree with Dora, that perhaps it’s nature itself, or God, or instinct that will tell us when we’ve had enough, when it’s time to get our butt in gear and move it. Yet, it’s still our choice to make! ❤
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Well said, Tricia. Thank you!
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Welcome! 🌺
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That is so true, we need to take risks in our lives to feel alive. We can all dream of thIs: To live on beyond the green, living tomb, one must risk – or face death.
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Thank you, Grace ❤
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From womb to tomb, one must fight, struggle, compete in the fray to create your seat, and hold onto it, at the table. To crave, or create a cocoon, in order to find peace is an illusion, for I am sure that there would conflicts and challenges within the green.
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Glenn, thank you for sharing your wizened point of view. It is an illusion if the feeling of it is dread…
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Very beautiful poem, delivering an important message here.
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Many thanks, Sadje.
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My pleasure
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To live on beyond the green,
living tomb, one must risk – or face death.
Love the assertion Jade! It is an eerie feeling but in the long run it is true
Hank
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Thank you very much, Hank.
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Well, I was gobsmacked by the art you chose ~~~ and then the poetry ~~~ Grand, simply grand.
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Thank you, Helen ❤
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lotus-eaters. you frame the question well ~
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Now I need to look up lotus-eaters. Thank you, M.
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this sounds like life being hatched or patched … something about to morph!
Lovely poem and great choice of creative art Lisa
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Thank you, Kate, glad you like.
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We do need those moments of respite, but it’s not enough. Metamorphosis is just right. (K)
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I can feel myself on the verge…
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“There is a certain sterility to perfect comfort, no challenges to meet,
No aggravation, no compelling desires, only suffocating gentle peace.”
Yes. False comfort lies in isolation. To know the world, one must experience it.
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A very interesting poem Lisa! Risk beyond the cocoon is something we are all facing this year!
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Thank you, Dwight. Indeed!
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“There is a certain sterility to perfect comfort, no challenges to meet” I love this!
Bjorn wrote about stagnancy in his poem and I am minded of here as well. As I said in my comment to him, we are made to take risks, to live “only suffocating gentle peace.” gets one to the grave faster.
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I believe that also, Raivenne. Thank you for reading and your thoughtful comment.
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