Boxed in
with square plates,
floundering,
unable to breathe.
Darkness surrounds;
I sink to the bottom,
inert ink chrysalis.
Bu bum.. bu bum..
shaken infused with
grumble vibration; woozy
slakes corners smooth,
fills deflated bags
with vivre. I rise,
kicking, alive.
As part of the celebration, Carrie has asked that we say a little bit about ourselves. I’m a philosophical daoist who perceives, observes, and creates from that philosophy’s perspective. I’m a white female in her 60’s who has two grown children. I’m also the happy grandmother of an almost year-old granddaughter who is the bu bum of my life right now. I’ve been retired from a career in government work going on four years. I live on the west side of Michigan, near Lake MI. Nature is my muse.
Carrie is today’s host for The Sunday Muse. Today is the 200th Prompt and Celebration of it! Carrie says:
I am going to feature 10 of some of the top viewed images of the last 4 years. You can choose the one you feel speaks to you, but when you write your post, I want you to do one more thing. This time say a little something about yourself.
Tao Talk 
For a while at first, it was so believably suffocating. I never noticed Carrie wanted us to write an autographical not too. I have edited my post to include it
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I just read yours.
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“I rise” ~~ the embodiment of Lisa.
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Helen, thank you (I see your next comment.) I never stop trying ❤
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Sorry anonymous is Helen ….
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“inert dark chrysalis” – nice! And then you rise.
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Q, thank you.
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For a split second, I thought the woman in your photo is Annie Lennox. Your poem sounds pretty scary, though it looks like the end is happy. Also nice to learn a bit more about your personal background!
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Christian, thank you. It was one of a number of images to choose from to write to, and I had previously written to most of the others. I was going to try to make it like a baby before being born but the tank didn’t work for me for it. The mood is where I often go in wintertime where I start to feel trapped.
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She does appear to be boxed in. I hadn’t thought of that at first.
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My first thought was a baby about to be born or reborn but the box threw that idea out for me so I went with mood. Thanks for reading, Truedessa.
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I rise, kicking, alive………..wonderful. I am glad you have a baby granddaughter to gladden your days. And I admire your path as a daoist!
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Sherry, the grandbaby does that for sure. Thanks on the daoism.
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Sometimes when we sink our survival mode kicks in and we fight to rise. I too loved this image Lisa and I love your bio! Grandkids are the best aren’t they? I can imagine that where you live is a true Muse indeed. Thank you so much for joining in the celebration and writing this week my friend!
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Good way of putting it, Carrie. Yes, that baby girl brightens a lot of lives ❤ And yes, nature rules here pretty much. You are very welcome, and thank you for The Sunday Muse!
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Love this poem Li. From captivity to freedom.
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Thank you, Sadje. The story of my life in many forms.
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You’re welcome! You’re a warrior and a winner.
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❤
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Keep on kicking, Ms Lili, “. . . I rise, kicking, alive . . .” Those lines made me realize this is a Metaphorical Poem. Nice. I didn’t do all my family, I am quite a few years older than you, have 5 kids, all here in the Houston area, six grands, one go away to NYC for working, another to California, four great-grands, and two great great-grands. Basically, all that we met were nice people, our daughter did scare away on pickpocket.
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Jim so glad you “got” my poem. I had no idea you were of an age to have great great grands. You are a proud patriarch of your clan ❤
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That’s a CRAZY image! I’d inspired by it too. I heard that heartbeat thumping–bu bum. No giving in here. Strong life force. Alive!
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Hell YES! Stacey! My qi is off the charts!
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YAY ! ! ! 🙂 🙂 🙂
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I like that hopeful ending. (K)
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Thank you, Kerfe. I saw chrysalises at Meijer Garden this past weekend and the word was fresh in my mind.
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You are doing it again…I only knew chrysalis as a record company!
Thanks Lisa for going over to their site today….they are good people.
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LOL Max. When I was researching for another post that will be coming out soon, I learned that butterflies have chrysalis and moths and other bugs have cocoons.
You are very welcome on visiting the other site. I enjoyed your skating memories immensely. Been a long time since thinking of rollerskating!
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I do remember the butterfly on the label.
I last rollerstated in 2006 and I was so sore the next day….I could hardly walk!
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I remember taking the kids when they were younger and the last time I went out there I fell and said that’s enough of that lol. I think it does take a lot of muscle coordination to skate so I believe you would be really sore if you weren’t used to it.
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I felt so young skating along…it was fun, fun, fun…until the next day. Fun over.
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This is intense, with a visceral rise at the end. It gave me flashbacks to watching EKGs years ago.
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Wyndolynne, I appreciate hearing how you connected with it.
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“shaken infused with
grumble vibration;”
Wonderful!
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Thank you! 🙂
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