Best Cocooned Poems
The Butterfly Cocooned
Noon
Beneath higher twig tips,
my heart flutters
Near converging branches.
My cocoon
Rests
Mid-high the strength
and distinctive character
Of a gnarly tree. Embracing me.
This, my home…Cocoon.
Night.
This essential place,
Protecting
Above the swirling world,
Puzzling with its mixing motions
Of lights, colors, temperatures,
Until I think I shall just stay
In this cocoon
For all the days
of my brief forever.
I have grown able
To feel my heart flitter,
And my future hinting of more.
Secure herein my cocoon,
I debate with Life…
Staying here within,
Cocooned
Perhaps until I might learn
For its own brief time and purpose,
How each raindrop so proudly falls.
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(c) sally young eslinger 3/1/23
***written in response to my time with medical
Specialist & his presxribed treatment and diagnosis.
Thanks be to God…
Cocooned
Just like a butterfly trapped tight,
her folded wings await the flight.
Cocooned, she fears what to expect
when from her safety, disconnects.
With wings of flight, she must escape
into a world with new landscape...
Just like a butterfly entrapped
inside a world so tightly capped.
Cocooned, she fears the world outside
seen from within...freedom denied.
Transfiguration, a gift of few...
needs wings of flight to change her view.
March 25, 2018
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Winter's crisp yet early breath whispered to me this eve
A yearly session as we, the cold and me, gather
Conferring when, when can I join her, join her as she
gallops wild and free-
Life has been cocooned, reigned tight and sensory
deprived-
all I cry for is the wild. The wild and the wind, as I was
meant to follow-
Espousing her movements is where I was meant to be.
How could you know?
Wrapped in a thick, sticky web of dubiety, never has she,
the wind,
seen me free. Dreams of conifers and dancing emerald
aurora always
calling to me, always calling and pulling me.
Yet, in this populated, polluted cocoon I remain as a
corpse,
not as a thing wild. A thing to lick raindrops off grass and
go where the day seizes me, never to wander among the
honeysuckle and bees, listening... just listening...
Concrete, lights, noise, horns, words, highways, bi-ways,
runaways, flyaways
Speak easies, slippery tongues, silty breaths, monitors,
breaks, jump ropes,
shoes, bonds, bonds- chains. Always chained.
Bosses, fights, liars, diers, criers, things always moving,
changing, squirming, vibrating, stinking, pissing, kissing,
f***ing.
Disease and lies- untruth to ones own self.
Utter self deception- the worst sin of all.
The cold wind fingers my hair, touching intimately
the parts she wishes to follow her-
the cocoon wraps even tighter, pushing her away,
completely away.
But I can still smell her and know she wants me.
She knows I want her, she knows I love her,
she knows I will die before ever truly knowing her.
Alone with aqua alpine air
The calm cocoon of cotton clouds
Permeates peaceful patience
Taught by teardrop tranquility
Nestled in nocturnal nests
Murmurs the meditative moon
Here, the hallowed hush of heaven.
3/26/21
Loneliness and sadness
Are my constant shadows.
My unsolicited friends.
They keep me company
In times when no one seems to understand.
They chose me to be their companion.
But, in retrospect, did I choose them?
I always wonder.
Over the years,
I tried to secure
my joys
my happiness
my fulfillment
my pleasure
even my blissful dreams.
But, I guess,
I've been unsuccessful.
I have to agree to the terms.
This alone seems clear to me.
Resigned is myself now.
Bound to solitude.
Welcoming no one but silence.
A complementary trio.
The mind thinks of solitude
While the heart sings of silence.
Life is a dull mystery.
But, still, I care to tell
a small portion of what life is.
So, I call to them.
This mysterious loneliness,
That strange sadness,
Lingering.
They want to be heard.
Yet,
they hesitate.
A nod towards shame.
And, so
they curl up
inside
like some caterpillar
taking refuge
inside
a dark cocoon.
They breathe.
They live.
They thrive.
They become.
Like in some forest,
carefully hidden.
The beauty is silenced;
confined within.
With perfect obsession
I shrink-wrap
to your contours -
cocooned;
butterfly will never escape my mania.
Susan Ashley
July 21, 2017
Cocooned within
embryo awaits
a moment
of elation
when birth
will release
the offspring
to a new adventure.
Wings enfolded
in prayer like slumber
will yield to
the currents;
aloft
beauty leaves
its gentle impression
upon the air
and the sighted
will breathe in
a moment of
elysian bliss.
I’ve been cocooned for three straight days
Within my warm apartment,
Accomplishing assorted things
And writing (my department!).
Though sick at first (which made me sleep),
I read and watched some cable,
Then made some photo books when I
Felt better and was able.
Some crosswords kept me occupied;
A book held my attention.
I never cleaned a closet,
Though that had been my intention.
Outside it’s freezing cold, I heard
But at my body’s urging,
I think tomorrow from my snug cocoon
I’ll be emerging.
Cocooned by bliss, no finish line
The serpent takes its path
All we do, is with love align
Each breath, holy sabbath
When soul begins to learn
Exiting erst ways stern
Renews within bliss burn
Feel here now this
Cocooned by bliss
04-January-2022
Quietus
I do not seek words of praise
Or words that you may think that I might like to hear
I seek the purest heart and soul
Sincere,
I seek not what money can buy
But rather, I seek what money cannot buy
Health and happiness
I seek not your smile when you are awake
I seek this even when you are asleep
Contentedly sleeping in my arms
So that you may rise the next morning
Refreshed and smiling
I seek not only sweet words from your lips
But the melodious utterance with love and respect
The voice that echoes in my head
I seek from you exactly the same as I will give to you
With honour, respect and understanding
I seek the adventurous you, that playfulness
So rarely found
Chasing me with a water running hose in your hand
I seek your fearless heart and open face with love in your eyes
I seek to read your mind
When separated by a million miles
I seek all of those cocooned in one man
Strength gentle spontaneous humour
All that we deserve
the words fall over the cliff of my lips
and as they fall they die.
nothing says the way I feel
except your lullaby.
the one your old piano plays
late on a winter's eve,
I lie upon your dark green rug
and blend into the weave.
To get as close to nothing
underneath the notes that fall,......
I watch your fingers bring to life
the memory of it all......
the tears we cried for daughters,
who flew off to the sun,
so clever in their feathered cloaks
intent on having fun.
oh sweet Moonlight Sonata,
you wrap me all around,
cocooned in friendship's
loving hands
and music's
soothing
sound.
It creeps and crawls upon a twig,
for every inch a loathsome
squirm;
disgusting thing, such hideous sight,
that hairy, spiny, wiggly
worm!
But when it spins and weaves its silk
and makes itself a soft
cocoon,
there's something that's just magical
unfolding slow, but surely
soon!
There, wriggling out of silken shell,
such miracle none can
deny:
the ugly worm now turns into
a lovely monarch
butterfly!
The approach of winter she silently dread.
The cat is meowing, demands to be fed.
She checked her to do list that ran thru her head:
get to the gym, to the store to buy bread,
finish the book that she's partially read..
She scolded herself to get up from the bed
but the warmth from the comforter cocooned her instead..
COCOONED PEACE
In cocooning grace,
sheltering in confinement;
soaring peace coming:-
As CHILD awaits
their bubble to burst,
the winds of change
whirl in with thirst
Mother nature caresses
carrying SEEDS for dreams
bestowing greatness
for a child turning TEEN