each lazy and hazy morning
I see, with blinking sandy eyes
too long a sorry time’s been spent
in slumber’s strange cocoon
encased within this wooly secret
there has been no metamorphosis.
Instead, I am imbued with an insistent tune.
A siren song surreal.
Mayhap it is uplifting, or a disturbance unwelcome.
Like the bit of grit inside the oyster’s shell,
it is a provocation.
Will there be a singular pearl?
Not now, but one day.
I make a small incision.
I part the fluffy case.
The Day obscures my vision.
‘Tis full upon my face.
The melody still lingers.
Its weaving lasts the morn’.
This phantom choir of singers.
This afterlife unborn.
Each night, the pod will form again,
the butterfly awaiting.
Or will it be the final pearl
for those whose hope’s abating?
Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on Spillwords.com, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.