this being human
is a morphling guise
arising from our night
whispered at the sunrise
warmed by the daylight
folded in the sunset
to be redreamed
rob kistner © 2021
Poetry at: dVerse
Being Human
this being human
is a morphling guise
arising from our night
whispered at the sunrise
warmed by the daylight
folded in the sunset
to be redreamed
Brief and succinct, Rob. Says it all!
Thank you Bev!
Very, very beautiful Rob. Indeed we are vague images waiting to be “redreamed” through each day and change. I love how you wrote that; this is such an evocative metaphor for what can be a process of inner change and that each day may be a new one. Brilliant work!
Thank you Lucy. I saw every darkness open on a truly new day to an alive, aware — human. We tise with a thought, try it on for size and comfort, then redream, making necessary alterations to elevate the spiral of that image into the years of wisdom. To be human is to always spiral upward.
I guess when you really look at us and every other thing, we’re all recycled goods 🙂
I prefer upcycled!
Lovely arc wonderfully drawn.
Thank you Brendan!
A little gem of a poem, Rob; like a dewdrop on a blade of grass, we humans are short-lived and, mostly, forgotten.
Thank you Kim. The simple clear vision was inspired by Ren, who posted this week on dVerse. I have always admired her and her work. We’d lost touch for a number of years.
A beautiful thought weaved into a beautiful poem. 🙂
Thank you. This is my succinct view of the being a human.
This is achingly beautiful, Rob! I resonate with; “daylight
folded in the sunset to be redreamed.” 🙂
Thank you Sanaa, I am so pleased you were touched by the beauty in its simplicity.
Redreamed… I would love that… except that many of my dreams on repeat are nightmares.
Well Bjorn, I think I might want to put a hold on those nightmares… 🙂
…and go ’round and ’round and ’round on the circle game. Can’t be much humaner than that, I guess. Excellent work, RK.
Thank you Ron, very much. Your finding inspiration in medical environments fascinated me, perhaps more because it made sense to me!
Such a brief time we have, and your poem speaks to that. Beautiful Rob.
Thank you Linda… 🙂
short but powerful, we are always learning and growing … with burst of wisdom along the way!
Thanks Kate, and yes, definitely!
Very nice Poem. I liked your ending…
folded in the sunset
to be redreamed
We have to be prepared for a new day, znd ready with fresh vision Dwight.
I love the flow of this. Good one, Rob.
Pat
Thank you Pat!
A dream to be re-dreamed, we as humans face many challenges. I often think it is our ability to dream and re-invent ourselves that keeps us going in the journey of life.
Flexibility in life True is essential.
‘To be redreamed’ – I love that. Perhaps over and over again: who knows?
Thank you Ingrid.
Beautiful, Rob. You say so much in these few words!
Thank you Merril, very much… 🙂
How much do I love ‘morphling guise’ ~ to the moon and back again.
Thank you Held ,,, 🙂
Nice.
We re-live history..
Thank you KB…! 🙂
“folded in the sunset
to be redreamed”
Hoping each time to get it right.
We all hope Ken, all of us…
So crisp and true!
Thank you M Jay…!
I love the flow! There is a definite rhythm to this being human and you captured it perfectly!
Thank you Tricis!