Keith Bickerstaffe Poet Verse

Chrysalis

Despair shrugs off its dirty shell
emerging as enlightenment;
cramped and crumpled she crawls 
off in dazed bewilderment

as remnants of vile guilt and rage 
plot her demise, shameless vestige! 
and residues of spiteful vanity 
conspire to take her hostage.

Sitting in her brand new skin
alone enlightenment is like to die,
till love, confidence and joy conjoin
to bolster her into a butterfly.

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L'Nass Shango May 27, 2009 at 6:42 AM This is what I mean by excellence ... this is sublime despair ... this is brilliance in a man, genius in a poet ... praises for a friend.

Amy Swanson December 5, 2008 at 9:59 AM This is so beautiful! I love the lifelike imagery you give here, I can see this butterfly coming to her new life, and also a double meaning as it speaks a message of hope to each of us. I found this really inspiring. God bless, Amy :)

Kristin Reynolds November 29, 2008 at 3:58 AM I love the first verse, the act of the shell, actually walking (sulking) off. Enlightenment is death, and renewal, as all of life is - but it is only if one sees his death, that new life and growth can occur. I love philosophy, can you tell? lol love, Kristin

John Heck November 28, 2008 at 3:24 PM Quite wonderful. Talented writing - great visuals, powerful content - loved the alliteration in S-1 line-3. Strong message, intelligently presented and poignantly conveyed. Peace always, John

November 28, 2008 at 2:37 PM The vivid imagery conveys your thoughts with creative flair in this poem. Powerful. Thank you for sharing it with us. Keep up the good writing. Karen

Robin L. Gass November 28, 2008 at 11:20 AM I really like this, Keith. Very thoughful and wise. I can understand how she feels, that place somerwhere in between the bad and the good, the time of healing and growing. You have such a wonderful way with words. Love Robin