By J Ann Crowder

The cocooned creature croons in her sleep
 
She dreams as her figure transforms
 
No guise can disguise such a visage of changing light
 
Not night
 
Darkness could never disclose her perfected form awakening inside a sheltered cocoon
 
Entrapped, she eagerly senses her troubles whilst struggling to break free
 
Her heart does not comprehend, to this end, the surpassing beauty painted upon her wings
 
Thereby, we sing tunes ringing truth to our ears
 
For freedom is found in a kingdom of glowing fire and colorful winds brushing tinted strokes across a globe of gardens and paradise
 
By and by, she breaks free, lifting her wings upon the winds
 
Our souls’ delight in such a metamorphosis
 
We long to taste nectar groves where butterflies are set adrift amidst an oasis of sky
 
For, inside our own shell, a metamorphosis awaits
 
Thus, emerging within our awakening dreams

I don't remember when I wrote this but I had stumbled upon it today.

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Nelson D Reyes
almost 3 years

A lovely metaphor for our time in our mother's nurturing womb.
Cocooned we were with love and care. And one day we screamed into the unknown unfamiliar world seemingly scared but blessedly awakening. Like.

J Ann Crowder
J Ann Crowder
almost 3 years

Very true! Always, thank you for your comments and reading my poems.

Robert L. Martin
almost 3 years

Glad to read your poetry again. I can see the metamorphosis as you describe it.

J Ann Crowder
J Ann Crowder
almost 3 years

Thank you Robert! I am glad to be back. My dad went to the hospital and then my grandmother passed away. I just haven't been on here much. I look forward to getting back to writing. I miss it.

Vic
almost 3 years

I've always loved butterflies. And my granddaughter (who likes them as well) is my butterfly princess. Deep inside, we are all unfinished creatures - hoping, waiting for that metamorphosis that will change our existence, the changes that will thrust us into the light of day. We wait a lifetime for that event to come.

J Ann Crowder
J Ann Crowder
almost 3 years

Thank you Vic! They are definitely metaphorical creatures. Sounds like you have a beautiful granddaughter!

Vic
Vic
almost 3 years

@Jenifer Wilkinson Crowder: Yes she is very special. Nine going on thirty. The middle child with two brothers. I asked them what they want to be when they grow up. The older boy said he wants to be a lawyer (yes he can argue); the baby said he wants to be an engineer just like grandpa (he's a suck up LOL). My granddaughter declares - "I want to manage their careers" Hahahahaha

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