Wednesday, March 9, 2016

Poem #3 from my book

A poem from my recent poetry collection.



Butterfly Visions


Echo from the ocean side,
wakes up in rewind
to the twilight's hazy fog, dreams
of a cocoon hatching divined.

A butterfly flutters its wings,
like how a grasshopper
rubs its legs and sings,
among the berries of a juniper.

Egg becomes larva near juniper needles,
from caterpillar to instar chamber.
Enter REM sleep of chrysalis,
dreams of life as a human shaman.

A woman recalls her childhood,
living a life alone.
Later in life seeking solitude,
until nature retrieves her mind on loan.

A woman dies and dreams of chrysalis,
returns to her place of birth,
opens wings out of instar into skies
of Earth.

Flying through marigold fields,
smelling flower pheromones.
A butterfly flutters
looks at wavelength overtones,
each eye thousands of transmitters.

One day while pollinating,
a butterfly lays eggs near
coneflower leaves germinating
to begin again
a vibrating mandala.

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