Yet Do They Dream

I have wondered if caterpillars know what is happening to them... and if the butterflies they become can remember crawling on the ground.

Author's Note

I have wondered if caterpillars know what is happening to them... and if the butterflies they become can remember crawling on the ground. Can we possibly know what is transforming us in those darkest of days?

Reviews

[June bug]

This is one beautiful write, love the background. The writing was so small, but I read it with my glasses on, I dislike wearing glasses. Anyway, Love this write. just like life, it will flutter/fly on by. Amazing write. Like your pen name.

[An owl on the moon]

Sorry about the small print and so grateful to have you by!

[Stella Armour]

i don't think they have a conscious mind other than eating at that stage Craig, like a foetus they probably know pain and hunger ... but then at the birthing the they emerge a fully develpoed foetus hungry then for much more in the light of day ...
just my humble opinion as i adore butterflies ( 3 tattoos)

[An owl on the moon]

Stella, so grateful for your review... and the cool butterfly tattoos!

[Stella Armour]

Craig, i do hope they don't remember crawling on the ground .... :)🦋

[An owl on the moon]

I hope the same, Stella! And hope our wings will help us forget things as well.

[Stella Armour]

they are so spiritual and deserve to be adored..

[Kim S.]

I see this as a gentleness as life comes to form, Butterflies to me remind me of grace in action, because of their beauty. I wonder if our lives compare at times like a butterfly, the way we bloom and grow. just a thought, enjoyed this write.

[An owl on the moon]

Thank you for your uplifting, insightful words. Somehow I feel we are like butterflies... changing... and not even realizing how much because it happens so slowly.

[Kim S.]

I could see that as well.

[emmajoygreen]

Unless privy to the true reality of every Fact about creatures big and small, for me it is kinder to think, believe, that each moment in life is a lesson to carry on, on and on to the finest moment. Is how one ponders, ponders a little more and finally, for my own moment, holds close. Says I, smiling.

[An owl on the moon]

Ah, my first inclination was... privy: a toilet located in a small shed... and then... I realized the small shed is a shed of secrets... secrets to carry with us through transformations... and more. So I thank thee for thy ponderings here... hoping that your current metamorphosis is bringing you much joy, Emma Joy. 😎

[emmajoygreen]

Of course it is but tell me, please, how long did it take you to add 'met a more ph osus' ?

[Coyote Poetry]

Beautiful artwork and wonderful words and thoughts shared. Sometimes, maybe in dreams, we can win? Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[AYVID N]

Caterpillars have such beautiful dreams and those dreams become a beautiful reality. They rise from the dust, their humble forms transformed. The journey from dirt to heavenly nectar is divine. I think a caterpillar knows and is aware and grateful for the realization of its chrysalis dream. Especially, since it has such little time to spread its beauty and light on earth. This wonderful metaphor drew me to our own journeys and transformations and how we should never forget our origins and all that it took to get us where we are. From humble beginnings rise great things. Insight, self-awareness, humility and gratitude are great virtues. This is such an unforgettable poem, dear Craig...

[An owl on the moon]

Your words are such poetic wisdom. So grateful! And true... may we always remember where we came from... and where we are going. May we rise always on such glorious wings, dear Divya.

[carl]

Very creative and exceptionally well worded exploration into the nature of nature. I would venture to say this type of question must have brushed against Lewis Carroll's mind at some point. Thanks for taking us along on this slice of wonderment. -carl

[An owl on the moon]

Ah, thank you, carl. Just a mention with Lewis Carroll made my day! Yes... so true. May you have a transforming weekend ahead!

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Hello Craig. Hope all is well with you. Your poem is absolutely beautiful and resonates deeply with me. I've been raising Monarch butterflies for two years now and have raptly watched the entire magical/mystical caterpillar to butterfly process. I've wondered all the things you wonder here. Science says that butterflies have memories of when they were caterpillars. Do we have the same memories deep within us for previous lives, previous transformations? You present enticing food for thought... Beautiful lyrical language, great metaphor, flow, imagery/photo, alliteration. Transcendent work my friend.

[An owl on the moon]

Hello Annette! Thank you for your kindness. And made me smile... the thought of you raising Monarchs. Wondering only more now... in your words... what we might yet have in our memories... and in our thoughts of what is to come.

[Lorry]

And now I am wondering it too now! 😊
Why have I never wondered that before?
More importantly, if they do, what do they think the next change will be and do the dream of being dragons?
An excellent point, beautifully written.

[An owl on the moon]

Thank you so much, Lorry! And I love that dream of dragons. Does make me wonder... what any of us see in our life... in the things to come.