"lycaenidae" poems
Colorless and yet so colorful.
Such depth you hold, boldly you stand out. You reside in the skies and the deep seas, without you they seize to exist.
Such royalty you are, you linger peace and serenity visible within a colbat glass. Indigo plants spit you out on the wings of lycaenidae and let them stand out with such radiance feeling so blue, how you strike me with calmness.
You bring life to the lifeless.
Without you there is darkness .
Blue you give me life. By Mpho TJ Thibile
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 12:42 PM UTC
Biology was their favorite subject
The frog pinned
to the polyurethane
grinned
a mask of death
But the smile was wider
to those that wielded the scalpel
the cut so precise
to examine the internal organs
exposed beneath a bated breath
Lycaenidae, Nymphalidae,
Papilionidae, Pieridae, Riodinidae
They are all butterflies
but they become one by the sword
the sharp taste of steel
that bound them, spread eagled
beneath the smile of their Lord
beneath their Lucite coffin
they never become bored
Ancient bones of ancient beings
beg to be laid to rest
beside all those that
fall close to extinction
because they have been there
and done that
and are now displayed
in their very finest
Trophies that line the walls
behind glass and whispers in the hall
A hushed reverence that is displayed
while the suit walks tall
wondering why
we should be a hater
When all he has done is preserve
a world gone mad and has come undone
Like the bones of his first victims
he brings life back
in a macabre display
He stands tall, but walks alone
yesterday
a Serial Killer
today
a Museum Curator
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 5:55 AM UTC
My hands open as our paths unfold
apart, and behind us, cities unfold.
Two Lycaenidae tear through the lavender field,
whispering new ways for their wings to unfold.
A book dances open, its words staring at the wide-
eyed wonder of woman, watching its truths unfold.
The breath of the ocean lingers, tasting of memories:
ice cream, vinegar, and warmth, as waves unfold.
Cookie dough, melting in the oven. The smell hits
hard, and I wish for the taste, in my mouth, to unfold.
Under plum blossoms, gardens of people cultivate
understanding, allowing their chanting to unfold.
A splash, as the boy is pushed down into water. He
rises, bonded by water, to his God, his faith to unfold.
Three pugs, home from patrolling the boulevard,
resting on their owner's lap, puppy love unfolds.
Our journeys have led to different roads.
My soul opens as our fears unfold.
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 9:09 PM UTC