"catterpillar" poems
I stumbled into a world
where good vs. evil was routine;
where cards were alive, cats talked,
and a strange man asked me to tea.
I was young and forgetful,
the memory faded away
then one day I fell again
chasing a rabbit with a familiar face.
I was confused
my destiny once again unclear
a peculiar catterpillar
told me what was to appear.
If I shall fall again,
and be given another test
I hope the question is
"how is a raven like a writing desk?"
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 9:37 AM UTC
Great wings, had she
for flying, said they
as they watched her wither away
but stuck was she,
in the dark chrysalis, and they
watched her get worse every day
great butterflies, were they
while a mere catterpillar was she
and on the ground, for a long time she did lay
while their wings, they did spread,
and on, they did move
for which a great price, she did pay
because emerge and fly, did she
too long after they
had all gone and flew far away.
Sep 18, 2016
Sep 18, 2016 at 7:28 AM UTC
We sit on a rock,
overlooking someone's fields
and pretend we are somewhere far
not just a few blocks away from home
It's Cinderella-like the way it happens.
The lush reeds turn to palm trees
fertile farmlands into sandy beaches
A sad attempt to accomodate our imagination.
I know we have always been too big for this country,
but right now it reeks of desperation.
So we look to the skies for validation
but in the dam we find motivation
from the water that flows without a destination.
"Does it hope to become river?", we wonder.
If it hopes to grow from it's current state.
Like a butterfly from a catterpillar.
Is it's movement a show of faith?
That the reeds and plants will open
and clear a path for it's murky waters.
This is why the dam feels like home:
Though we can't see our reflections,
the dam is able to reflect our ambition
to succeed regardless of our location.
Sep 11, 2017
Sep 11, 2017 at 2:06 PM UTC
You are always with me
Even though I have separated from you
Even when I feel alone and unloved.
You are always with me
You never forsake me even though
I have forsaken you,
Your love is the gentle breeze
That ruffles leaves on trees.
It is the glue that holds mountains in place
And keeps Earth on its axis.
And even though I have forgotten
All my highest aspirations.
Your love is in the warm darkness of caves,
And the light of dragonfly wings.
No matter where I hide and what I do
You never forsake me.
Your voice is in the sound
Of every inbreath and outbreath I take.
The Earth my mother caresses my feet,
And holds my head pointed
Straight to you in the heavens.
The sun shines even behind clouds,
And the moon casts a heavenly light
Over Earth as I sleep.
Like the catterpillar I gratify only my earthly needs
And forget my highest aspirations.
I even forget that within me
Lies the promise of the beautiful butterfly I am.
It is only when I begin to love the catterpillar within
Will I soar to my highest potential
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 3:33 PM UTC
“Alice, Alice,
Where are you?”
I’m dizzy, I’m dizzy,
Stuck in a cloud of blue.
My vision is blurred,
My mind is scattered,
Where’s the White Rabbit?
Where’s the Mad Hatter?
The Queen of Hearts,
Should’ve yelled by now,
“Chop off her head!”
Or make me bow.
I’m so confused,
And lost in this land,
Where is my dream?
Where is Wonderland?
Where is Twiddle-Dee?
Where is Twiddle-Dum?
Where’s the Blue Catterpillar,
Getting drunk on ***
The Cheshire Cat,
Must appear soon,
I can’t be left alone,
This can’t be my doom.
I can’t feel my feet,
I can’t feel my hands,
I don’t know where I am,
Where is Wonderland?
Oct 11, 2018
Oct 11, 2018 at 8:45 AM UTC
Ours was as slow as how a skinny catterpillar turned out to be a beautiful butterfly.
We never meant to make it last, at least as long as this.
But each day with you brought fun times and sometimes crazily bad,
and you turn it out to something good somehow.
And do you even remember the times when we fight and cry over silly things?
And how we laugh at random things and bully and shout?
And don't forget those daydreams about future us with kids and stuff like that,
Oh we have yet to see them all come to life.
I'm glad that once in our busy crazy lives,
our roads will meet again once in a while
so we can share some laughter
and be mesmerized by how we turned out to be.
My heart just so hopes that when we meet again,
it will be just like this,
just like our beautiful yesterday.
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 4:44 AM UTC
Oh dear butterfly's molten twilight husk.
You sit in the lobby with I til we
Reach the end of time, daylight becomes dusk.
This is something even the fool would see.
Oh sweet moonfilled vision of naught...perhaps.
I know nothing more of the guise you wear.
Not even time shall succumb to this lapse
Of what allows pleasure, my soul is bare
Oh how can we allow this potential?
It breaks us apart, and that's essential.
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 6:51 PM UTC
i ate
my weight
ten times over ten
all green leaves.
now i encase
my fat body's face
in chrysalis
and
become, soupy,
torturous bliss
awaiting wing-ed
grace.
i awake
and crack the
membrane
crawl dishrag damp
out into summer's
kind light
and slowly
spread my wings.
please,
do not think
me vain.
but as i await
my wings to dry
and the glorious dust
to set.
i wonder at the ironic beauty,
that i, the fat catterpillar,
has become,so fine
and delicate,
an exquisite pallete upon
the canvas sky....
i take flight and find
freedom....
is a state mind
that flits upon the wind
and knows,
dfrom the beginning
beauty is always
from within.
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 6:34 PM UTC
I still remember the day I learned that caterpillars turn into butterflies
I thought it was so beautiful,
so releasing,
brave,
inspiring
Since then they fascinate me
I used to sit on the bench
at the park near my house
and wait
to see how many butterflies
would cross my way
Sometimes, on my way to school
I encountered cocoons
And I mourned that catterpillar,
as I should
But, mainly, I got so excited to know that now it would be able to fly
Because what was dying was that life
And what was borning was freedom
However,
Only now I found out
how much do butterflies live
And they only have two weeks
Fourteen days of freedom
If you think about it
It makes perfect sense
The butterfly is me
I've had my limited acount of liberty
But the thing is
I still remember the day I learned that caterpillars turn into butterflies
But only now, I realise
that butterflies can turn
into caterpillars too
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 9:56 PM UTC
Its a flower in bloom
A baby growimg in womb
A catterpillar in a cocoon
Always ever growing for you.
This summer will be special
All because i fell
Back in love with you.
The ceremomy will be grand,
And as i take your hand,
And i say my vows,
Ill fall in love again
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 2:49 AM UTC
There is a tattoo
Of a timid blue catterpillar
Curled around a crescent Moon
Slow strokes done to perfection
Astonishing fingers prayed over it
And one day amidst the
Bronze storm and Foggy dreams
Slowly she could see
Two ice blue wings embracing
The waning Moon
Jul 24, 2022
Jul 24, 2022 at 12:55 PM UTC