The caterpillar slumbers; in it’s cocoon,
dreaming of what it will become soon,
no more will it slither; upon the leaves,
but soaring like an angel; above the trees.
Though when I sleep; in my trusty bed,
such a change can only happen in my head,
thus, with mind-forged wings, I will fly,
to see what others do, with a watchful eye.
But the newly crowned butterfly, ascends,
mocking me, as I continue with my pretence,
with captivating colours, I see it’s art,
it warms up my jealous, but thankful heart.
So, I try to conceptualise, my equivalent,
to make our comparison, seem more relevant,
thus, I tell to it, a Dionysian story,
with me emptying bottles, in heroic glory.
In symposium like discussions, I attest,
to become a most welcome and happy guest,
but the time will come, for me to leave,
as I need to heed; my bio-chemical grief.
Hence, like the caterpillar, I snuggle up,
not smelling of roses, after what I’ve supped,
and when I wake, I am certainly not me,
like you, I transform, dramatically.
However, unlike you, I am not so picturesque,
I’m like Lazarus, a walking talking grotesque,
I don’t fly, but everything is spinning,
as the bathroom, becomes my reason for living.
Where I will created an extrusive desolation,
and come up with, a new day’s resolution,
to not drink, for the next twenty four hours,
as I prepare for my much needed shower.
There you go, my wondrous winged friend,
we are alike after all, to the bitter end,
though our scenes differ, we can converse,
with an understanding of our life’s verse.
Thus, let the butterfly and Lazarus stand,
with their customary discretions upon the land,
where unpleasantness and beauty blends,
to make a world of difference, that comprehends.
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Author:
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- Comment from author about the poem: Sometimes I feel a great insignificance; when it comes to the animal kingdom, and one such jealousy is the transformation of the caterpillar to a butterfly. By design, it isn’t fair, as we humans remain cosmetically the same, and our appearance pales in comparison; when it comes to beauty. However, we too can change, and in this poem, I have outlined one such ugly, but most evident transformation. Accompanying the poem is a picture from istockphoto.com, that I thought was brilliantly apt. I hope that you enjoy the poem, and as always, please do stay safe everyone.
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Comments6
Really love this ! 🙂
It’s so nicely expressed , so many great lines and I did enjoy it .. so Thankyou )
Thank you for the read and favouriting this poem yellowrose, it's very much appreciated.
You are very welcome, and I hope that we get our wings soon, in a manner of speaking, haha!
Thanks again, and I hope that all is well!
Good write AS.
Thanks for the read orchidee, I hope that all is well!
Well composed and written. Love the comparison!
Thanks for the read and your very nice comment chriswylie2.
I hope that all is well!
Beautifully penned such vivid imagery my friend.☺
Thanks for the read and your very nice comment woundedheart.
I hope that all is well!
Nature is beautiful
We inspire
We love
We miss
We get in captivated
Yet at times we do get jealous at some lines
Very well penned dear friend
It’s a part that feels the same
Jealous or aspire to transform one day
Thanks for the read and for another wonderful poetic response spilleronsheet.
I hope that all is well!
Good words Ben, I believe that shower in the morning strips away the troubles we may feel and lead us into a brighter day in our lives.
Andy
Thanks for the read Andy, and yeah, sometimes after a very much needed shower, you do feel like a brand new person, hopefully a better person.
I hope that all is well!
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