I Am Anaya Poet Ekphrasis

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Cats Cradle is a string game, creating intricate patterns using a loop of string, played by two players. Players take turns manipulating the string to form various shapes, such as a cradle or a cat. The game has deep cultural roots & is often associated with childhood memories, making it a universal form of play across different cultures. -wiki

The "painted lady" refers to Vannesa Cardui, butterfly spieces.

Evanescence

Nested in the cat’s cradle
Paraded in a child’s fable         
I have no voice, don’t let me die
No longer shall I live a lie
I have no soul nor thoughts to save
Unbeknownst to me is
this life beyond the grave?
A designer dainty as she
silky essence she creeps upon so free
and with sheer elegance
unveils a painted lady in a trance

Wake me before the dream ends
In this a lie I can’t depend
Ochre paint splat on walls
Tinted forewings so not to fall
Hindwings I hold up in pain 
Fragile chitin, scales, and veins   
Bleeding strokes of mango chutney
Opera gloves cobalt blue, cloak impunity 
Wake me up! Before I drop
Still asleep, a standing prop
And when I open my eyes
I’ll have wings like butterflies 

The bitter truth sounds insane
Blends of electronic elements 
Mesh makes perfect sense distasteful
Nestled neatly prim and graceful
Kept in the dark where it’s unfair
Wake me lest I vanish in thin air
In my dream a translucent permanence
I stand alone and have woken an evanescence

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Duke Beaufort March 12, 2025 at 2:14 PM Anaya, I enjoy seeing and reading poetry that teaches me vocabulary like ekphrasis and evanescence. It just reveals to me that I live in a limited world. This actually makes me laugh. When these realizations occur or when any enlightenment takes place, it's a really good feeling. Your poem is definitely a fine rendition of the cover art!! Smiles, of course, and thanks for the fun! I Am Anaya March 17, 2025 at 8:07 AM Words bring poets together, a pleasure to be of help, borrow them anytime i tell the poets. Oh good, one can find humor in anything. I'm delighted you had a good feeling. Ty!

Daniel Henry Rodgers March 11, 2025 at 5:11 PM Dear Anaya, Absolutely mesmerizing. It feels like a beautiful, haunting dance between dreams and waking, fragile existence and the search for truth. Every image, the butterfly, the opera gloves, the desires to awaken, just feels so alive, yet delicately fragile. I kept thinking about what a powerful exploration of self, of becoming, and of longing it was. I’m truly in awe of this one, A Fav! Spring Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel I Am Anaya March 11, 2025 at 9:09 PM Ty Daniel, I appreciate the fav! Shuffling through the vinyls and nothing appeals, many not my cup of tea. Finally this piece, the art is magnificent, vividly alive, like you expressed. 'Till tomorrow , have a nice evening! Poet. :)

Kim Rodrigues March 11, 2025 at 1:22 PM Fragile chitin, scales, and veins… Opera gloves cobalt blue, cloak impunity… And when I open my eyes I’ll have wings like butterflies…these are the images and wording that caught my eyes! Hugs and blessings ~ Kim I Am Anaya March 11, 2025 at 2:00 PM The vinyl cover is designed to accentuate her, as a butterfly, melancholy it's what I see. Ty, Kim! Early Spring blessings~

Paula Goldsmith March 11, 2025 at 9:51 AM I enjoyed reading your write and picture. I do Not know the music. Have a fun day as you write away................. I Am Anaya March 11, 2025 at 9:55 AM Ty, Paula! that's ok it's not about the music, it's about the artwork. Ekphrasis. The "painted lady" refers to (butterfly species) Vennessa Cardui. I've a poem called Painted Lady. Cats in cradle, string game. I appreciate your lovely visit! Early Spring blessings.its raining here