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BUTTERFLY
Slowly creeping through this world
unaware, changeless
To my surroundings
Structurally dissimilar from you
Naïve
In my wandering
Not yet an adult
I feed on plants
You, a carnivore
A caterpillar
Cradled in your warmth
Nourished with your love,
I became a sessile, affixed to your
Sensual base
Kept
Partaking only of you
Your sex, my food
Supplying an appetite
You matured, perverted
Castoff
Detached me
Released me
Made me your fool
When you left me
I started spinning
A Pupa
Inactive, nonfeeding
Sobbing, remembering
The love, the laughs
The words, the pain
The heartache, the shame
your end game
Isolated
Cocooned from the world
I underwent internal changes
Fundamental reshaped
My thoughts, my person
Transforming myself
within the chrysalis
of my despair
Altered
A Butterfly emerged
spreading my gossamer-wings
I fly free, no longer bound
In my sorry and tears
Soaring high, I touched the sky
Completion
A new creature in a new world
Thoughts of you dispersed
In the changing of the winds
Created by my new found wings
unaware, changeless
To my surroundings
Structurally dissimilar from you
Naïve
In my wandering
Not yet an adult
I feed on plants
You, a carnivore
A caterpillar
Cradled in your warmth
Nourished with your love,
I became a sessile, affixed to your
Sensual base
Kept
Partaking only of you
Your sex, my food
Supplying an appetite
You matured, perverted
Castoff
Detached me
Released me
Made me your fool
When you left me
I started spinning
A Pupa
Inactive, nonfeeding
Sobbing, remembering
The love, the laughs
The words, the pain
The heartache, the shame
your end game
Isolated
Cocooned from the world
I underwent internal changes
Fundamental reshaped
My thoughts, my person
Transforming myself
within the chrysalis
of my despair
Altered
A Butterfly emerged
spreading my gossamer-wings
I fly free, no longer bound
In my sorry and tears
Soaring high, I touched the sky
Completion
A new creature in a new world
Thoughts of you dispersed
In the changing of the winds
Created by my new found wings
Published 30th Apr 2013
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30th Apr 2013 10:16pm
Thank you Magdalena
I saw this picture and thought what a wonderful idea for a poem. I didn't know how it would turn out, I'm so glad you liked it.
much love
G
I saw this picture and thought what a wonderful idea for a poem. I didn't know how it would turn out, I'm so glad you liked it.
much love
G
30th Apr 2013 10:22pm
when i saw the title of this iwas very intrigued to read it, I Love Butterflies i especially like how you put, slowly creeping in the world, it's like not fearful term but a sudden presence of surprise
1st May 2013 3:55am
Thank you HeavenBoy
I love Butterflies too, and I agree, that line it's fearful and I'm glad it gave you a surprise.
I'm so happy you liked this.
G
I love Butterflies too, and I agree, that line it's fearful and I'm glad it gave you a surprise.
I'm so happy you liked this.
G
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9th May 2013 3:47am
Thank you for the drop of knowledge Jack!
Love that!
It means so much that you read and enjoyed this poem.
G
8th May 2013 3:04am
Wow...such a beautiful transformation in your words from one piece to the next. The poem and pic are amazing!
A new creature in a new world
Thoughts of you dispersed
In the changing of the winds
Created by my new found wings
The ending is perfect! True, rare talent...I'm more and more impressed.
A new creature in a new world
Thoughts of you dispersed
In the changing of the winds
Created by my new found wings
The ending is perfect! True, rare talent...I'm more and more impressed.
9th May 2013 3:50am
Girl!
You are too kind.... I mean really!
I haven't half the talent of your pen.
Thank you so much ryteoutlet
You are too kind.... I mean really!
I haven't half the talent of your pen.
Thank you so much ryteoutlet
8th May 2013 4:50pm
Most love poems are banal. But this one is original. The life cycle of a butterfly symbolic of the recovery of the human heart after a failed love. And it is very carefully written. The emphasis and rhythm as rendered by the stylistic devices employed in stanza six, namely, anaphora and asyndeton, strikes me as quite ideal.
A Pupa
Inactive, nonfeeding
Sobbing, remembering
The love, the laughs
The words, the pain
The heartache, the shame
your end game
It reads like a heartbeat, and it is beautiful.
Along with the symbolism, the metaphor is outstanding. A slow struggle to heal from a heartbreak depicted by every metamorphic stage of a butterfly. The meaning achieved by this is unquestionable.
This poem attains its objective. At the end of it, thinking of the butterfly flapping its wings, I can see the broken heart healed, the bitter memories forgotten.
Well done, G. Keep up.
A Pupa
Inactive, nonfeeding
Sobbing, remembering
The love, the laughs
The words, the pain
The heartache, the shame
your end game
It reads like a heartbeat, and it is beautiful.
Along with the symbolism, the metaphor is outstanding. A slow struggle to heal from a heartbreak depicted by every metamorphic stage of a butterfly. The meaning achieved by this is unquestionable.
This poem attains its objective. At the end of it, thinking of the butterfly flapping its wings, I can see the broken heart healed, the bitter memories forgotten.
Well done, G. Keep up.
9th May 2013 4:21am
Wow!
You have completely blown me away Demogorgon.
I have never had anyone breakdown my poems like this, and since I know little about the mechanics in poetry, writing from inspiration and little else, you have left me speechless.
Thank so much!
G
You have completely blown me away Demogorgon.
I have never had anyone breakdown my poems like this, and since I know little about the mechanics in poetry, writing from inspiration and little else, you have left me speechless.
Thank so much!
G