The Caterpillar

An interesting poem abot a caterpillar turning into a butterfly that had quite a few interesting interpretations when viewed as a metaphor. plz read.

 

 

Inch through life

A creature

below notice

Below standards

And Below beauty

 

 

 

 

 

 

Just to survive

 

We grapple

We hide

We climb

We exist

 

Ultimately

Our world goes black

 

The gentle white cotton

Blinds, binds, and mutes

The outside universe

 

Now it's only us

And our cuddly darkness

 

'It must be over'

This life of survival

 

For why else would

There be comforting darkness

 

A delightful abyss

 

Then the cotton falls to pieces

Blinding beams shoot into my world

 

Will the light blind me?

Was I blind before?

 

The rainbow binds my world now

The abyss was finite

And I'm not as I knew

 

I'm a beauty

I have wings

I'm meant to fly

 

So me, this wonderful me

So new

So True

As I fly

Toward sky so blue

 

No cotton walls to contain

No comfort to falsify

Only freedom not denied

 

I'm a senseless, defenceless

Invincible, individual

 

Butterfly

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Tree]

''I'm a beauty /I have wings/ I'm meant to fly.'' These verses alone flapped their delicate wings and flew right off the screen. A poignant piece that could be also a larger metaphor. About the transformation of our own lives. It is always nice when we re/ discover the poet. Very nice piece, EM.

[Emily Dickinson Jr.]

lol I'm glad you liked it :-) I posted it awhile ago but I decieded to push it to the top cuz I like it a lot.

[An owl on the moon]

Your elegant magic made me wonder if the caterpillar knows... if it has any idea what it will become after the binding darkness. And yes, the metaphors as well... can we know what is coming to give us wings after we've suffered so much? I loved this. Thank you for sharing!

[The Mutterer]

I like this, you have really got across how the change affects the catipillar and it is transferable, in my mind, to everyone and how we evolve as people. Nice :)

[Pete Langley]

I enjoyed this tremendously both as a poem and as a concept, Emily. The whole analogy, I think, has a huge potential for expansion. I`d love to see you write a whole series of poems on different aspects of the same allegory. P.

[Emily Dickinson Jr.]

hmm thank you pete :-) I'll consider it, never thought of it actually.

[SyberRose]

this is my favorite of yours...very beautiful...as I love butterflies too...they are a work of art...their wings are a painting to behold...SyberRose

[Emily Dickinson Jr.]

Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it. Beings of nature truly make a more captivating work of art then any held within concrete walls.

[Joey Johnson]

This was nice, I am not a big fan of nature poetry. However, this was a nice poem and very good imagery.

[Emily Dickinson Jr.]

I'm always glad when I can make a fan out of a nonbeliever lol ;-)

[Japanese Cherry]

lovely... just lovely... a wonderful piece. loved reading such a beauty

[Emily Dickinson Jr.]

aww ur gna make me blush kittycat :-)

[Japanese Cherry]

awz ;)

[R J Askew]

lovely write from start to finish .. your poem is as beautiful as the metamorphsis you desribe .. and it makes me think what an extraordinary production of Nature that is .. Nature is just soooo creative .. we are one of her creations and we create, too .. but nothing we can ever do outdoes Nature's creations .. clearly Nature is the greatest of poets

[Emily Dickinson Jr.]

I agree. spmetimes I'll just look at something of nature and stare in awe. People used to think it was so weird 2 lol

[Alexander B. Kerri]

This poem was beautifully written. No thanks could be needed, for I am a loner, a sinister loner with no use but to contain the fear of others in a mental jar. This was a good poem and it was well written by a fantastic poet. Do not thank me please. I don not like feedback, for I also live in a dark universe of my own

[Emily Dickinson Jr.]

why hello there! since you asked me not to thank you I won't. I will only say that your enjoyment of it pleases me. from this comment I see you like things of a dark nature; perhaps you would enjoy a poem of mine I named "lil horror child"