Tattling on Myself

[Aish]

I think this shall be random,
full of idioms,
waking chalk - and dust bunnies.

The clearing out, of a dustbin mind.

The Awakening, minus Kate Chopin,
but added to wine and an addled (once errant), female.

Reigned in, or re-awakened,
which one fits without binding??
Aloof, yet tethered, I am here
and writing
and arousing suspicion
and counting out dust mites in sunrays.

His jabberwoky cross impales me,
splits my head, and tumbles scenes.

Lifetimes.
I am, I was, I shall be.
But what?

The weight of a single shadow.

[Wildcard]

Hi Aish,
Just to jump right in:

The title was certainly an attention grabber . . . and then when I was done reading, it made me feel like I understood even better after reflecting back to the title. Masterful.

Reigned in, or re-awakened,
which one fits without binding??

Wow. This comment is evenly weighted with both my personal connection to feelings of doubt centered around my own identity and the fact that it was worded in a way that delivered the feelings and images to me without the slightest jar. I don't mean to drool, but you make me very jealous sometimes.

His jabberwoky cross impales me,
splits my head, and tumbles scenes.

I Googled jabberwoky cross because it has been years since I read Carol, but I didn't really get a definitive answer. Despite my lack of understanding, the second line here is very expressive and took me on a tumble when I read it. Instead of using images, you are using animations in your poetry :p

But what?

Again, this might be less of a poetry critique and more of a philosophical discussion, but the simplicity of this line in tandem with all that has come before had me walking down trails in my mind that are less than comfortable and certainly not often used. I mean that in a good way

Thanks for sharing and sorry I don't have more technical stuff to say

[Leanne]

I think this shall be random,
full of idioms,
waking chalk - and dust bunnies.

The clearing out, of a dustbin mind. -- I'm not convinced that the proximity of dust bunnies/dustbin works as effective wordplay

The Awakening, minus Kate Chopin,
but added to wine and an addled (once errant), female. -- don't really need the comma before female

Reigned in, or re-awakened, -- reined?
which one fits without binding??
Aloof, yet tethered, I am here
and writing
and arousing suspicion
and counting out dust mites in sunrays. -- more dust, I'm still not convinced... should it be motes?

His jabberwoky cross impales me, -- jabberwocky
splits my head, and tumbles scenes.

Lifetimes.
I am, I was, I shall be.
But what?

The weight of a single shadow. -- gorgeous closing

Aish, the odd tangents here definitely fit the "clearing out of a dustbin mind" but I don't get the unifying thread that I really do like in even the most surreal poetry. You mention The Awakening and I think for that reason I'd like it to be stronger, more passionate, but then again you do add wine and that's got to confuse things a bit I understand that part of the reason for the confusion IS confusion, or indecision.

To be honest, the best lines are the first two and the last one. Those three make a poem themselves. The middle is just not happening for me, sorry.