My cocoon tightens-Colors tease
I am feeling for the air
A dim capacity for wings
Demeans the dress I wear
from 1099 - Emily Dickinson
Butterfly
My potential held in a chrysalis
I hide within a shadowed niche
Safe from mischief and the curious
Time stands still for my strange seed
Buds of my wings, flimsy as flowers
grow from leaf nectar with ease
In grub miasma I am geometry concealed
A rainbow of speckles,
secretly forming by tiny degrees
My cocoon tightens- colors tease
Outside a gently scented atmosphere
stirs memories of my once segmented self
Sucked to wind bucked leaves, green
of their green, protected by dapple;
a puzzle of leafy camouflage, I
gorged there, naked and bare
then wove around me a fine cocoon,
I - was the spinner and the loom
Quietly suspended - now I must dare
I'm feeling for the air
I am feeling for the sun
Cell by cell - a squeezing permutation
Diligently shedding grub matter;
a framework, a pattern, a nectar tongue
coiled for long throats of flowers to come,
poised for pastoral whisperings
I struggle to unfold.
A magic, a beauty stunningly brief
I hold, as do all mystical things
a dim capacity for wings
My living doppler's- feelers in vibration
New wings that shimmer transparent gossamer
I gather energy, I tremble for flight
I tumble with garden blest wings
A brief portrayal of immortal life
is part of the nature I bear
I flitter, I flutter - I seem to be aimless.
A symbol of ever returning things
Only the flower, fragile and fair,
demeans the dress I wear.
Suzanne Delaney
original
My cocoon tightens-Colors tease
I am feeling for the air
A dim capacity for wings
Demeans the dress I wear
from 1099 - Emily Dickinson
Butterfly
My potential held in a chrysalis
I hide within a shadowed niché
Safe from mischief and the curious
Time stands still for my strange seed
Buds of my wings, flimsy as flowers
grow from leaf nectar with ease
In grub miasma I am geometry concealed
A rainbow of speckles
Secretly forming by tiny degrees
My cocoon tightens- my colors tease
Outside a gently scented atmosphere
stirs memories of my once segmented self
Sucked to wind bucked leaves
Green of their green, protected by dapple
a puzzle of leafy camouflage
Gorging there, naked and bare
I wove around me this fine cocoon,
I - was the spinner and the loom
Quietly suspended - now I must dare
I'm feeling for the air
I am feeling for the sun
Cell by cell - a squeezing permutation
Diligently shedding grub matter
A framework, a pattern, a nectar tongue
Coiled for long throats of floridium
Poised for pastoral whisperings
I struggle to unfold -
A magic, a beauty stunningly brief
I hold like every mystical thing
A dim capacity for wings
Living dopplers-Lepidopteran vibration
Essence of transparent gossamer
I gather energy, I tremble for flight
I tumble with garden blest wings
A cameo to immortal life
Beholden to nature I bear
Flittering, fluttering, seemingly, aimlessly
Witness to ever returning things
Only the fragile and delicate flower
Demeans the dress I wear
© Suzanne Delaney
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