Sunday, October 18, 2009

Cocoon

The capacity to dwell
In a darkened cocoon
Blanketed in an unwanted womb
The world laughs excitedly
Outside these walls
Impatient caterpillar
Wills his wings to grow
But nature hums
Be patient my love
He shakes violently
Tears drop like dew
On his outer shell
His joys are few
Blue notes he sings
Till spring breaks the womb

5 comments:

JanePoet ~ JP/deb said...

I love the transformative nature of the caterpillar ... love your take on it.

Leo said...

the butterfly coming out from the cocoon.. loved it! good one!

septembermom said...

Great opening to this poem. Often the right opening carries the power and feeling of the poem right to the end. Bravo!

Kay said...

awwww....how the grass is always greener on the other side, lying there in a shell of protection from the cold, bitter storms (all exterior, of course)

Brosreview said...

Lovely! Beautifully described!