In a quiet cocoon, a poem begins to form,
like a chrysalis, delicate and silent.
Each word emerges, bringing warmth to hearts.
Once overlooked, now taking flight in the glow of a solitary, late hour.
Discarded thoughts, once cast aside,
transform into the poem's core,
like a caterpillar turning into a butterfly.
Ink and page perform their alchemy,
line by line, stage by stage.
A battered note, a torn-out sheet,
evolve into verses, rich with life.
Every critic's wound becomes
a driving pulse thrusting creativity forward.
As each line finds its place,
the poem's rhythm breathes, grows,
unfolding like wings from a chrysalis.
Art's true power, in its essence, illuminates,
releases the spirit of renewal.
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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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Comments6
Such a beautiful metaphor that metamorphosizes as the poem unfolds. Wonderfully done my friend
Your poem explores the transformative power of creativity, emphasizing how discarded thoughts and experiences can evolve into something beautiful and meaningful, akin to the metamorphosis of a caterpillar into a butterfly.
arqios, this is gentle and affirming. It carries a quiet confidence about creation, letting patience and care do the work. That calm strength really lands. Excellent job and a tremendous use of metaphor, my friend.🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Yes, I was gonna fly with a poem, and literally as The Birdman, but I crashed! lol.
How many times I gotta jump off this cliff before anyone, or myself, realises I can't fly? lol.
Wonderful words Rik and so true for the writing of our words.
Andy
Love this! The poet's mantra.
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