"untrap" poems
And then the butterfly untrap itself from the chrysalis and spread its wings out
At last! its eyes were wide open and it marveled at every blossoming flower
and sweetness of the nectar
with sheer joy it flew back to tell the caterpillars about its awesome discovery but none of them believed it
They doubted it because they have never had wings to fly and witness the world above ground
And so with every inch in the air the butterfly decided to fly away and find those of its kind. Far it flew and never looked back
The end.
©Sonia Ettyang
Sep 16, 2018
Sep 16, 2018 at 3:51 PM UTC
woo me, untrap me, free me –
lug me into Woods of Freedom,
bright and of unhindered green
perched on Tree of Life
as we chirp lyrics of love
wrap me in your arms
to coil me in twirls
of your affection umpteen
embed me in the Abode Of Bliss
in ambrosial chamber
of desire and emotions
possess my soul
and as pour pearls of bliss
release me in the River of Amor
in currents of it’s rapturous swirls
under the silver allure of moon
flames on the Mount of Desire
let rise the fire and consume
until come falling within us
a million stars exploding
then from the Bed of Stardust
to world let’s arise anew
amid beams of bliss
with a bow to know
of love’s bounteous bestow
Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 12:56 PM UTC
My body is uncharted territory
(You wish)
A map that teases - taunts
(He said)
The road to Armageddon is paved
(With love, my dear)
The touch of an unpainted nail
(Scratched into my back)
You are mine, now
(Unpin your dress, my dear)
The Holy man slides into me
(I sing a psalm to calm him)
Thrusts and moves
(Blood, deep red, flows)
Kisses me with whiskey lips
(The wrinkles around his eyes)
Exit, stage left, you breathe again
(Ssssh, be quiet my dear)
Unconvinced ears, hostile eyes
(I am real)
Birthing women turn their backs
(See me)
Virgins untrap their wings
(Believe me)
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 2:10 PM UTC
My words have substance, substance. Even when I don’t write in threes, threes, threes, threes. This pattern has a hold but I will escaped, I will stop, I will untrap my brain, I will leave the pattern, I will not repeat in groups of threes.
Policing my thoughts and creations the triad had its hold, hold, hold, hold, hold. Learning to unformat my brain because not every piece has a slot, slot. Now I let my Thoughts run free, thoughts run unchained, thoughts run chaotically, thoughts run organically.
I am giving up control, control, control, control. Triads don’t keep me safe, safe, safe, safe, safe. I have escaped the pattern. I have escaped the triad for good.
Jul 4, 2020
Jul 4, 2020 at 6:31 PM UTC