It's a dejávu
I can't really give a clear view
I could be blind for all I care
But my heart beat is a drum I can't ignore
This feeling is rare
I have fallen only to sustain bruises severally
But this fall is somewhat different
It comes with a bonus of sensations I can't quite explain
If I was a pencil
I would sharpen my graphite alittle bit more to highlight what I feel
But I can only align this to love
The only cacoon that opens to beauty
A painful shell to break but not one can resist
Lately I've been love thrilled like never
It's scary to admit but I'm not ashamed
If my drum beats are scribbled with your name
Would you dance to my tune?
Not to be a laughing stalk
But the road to my drum storage room right in the septum of my heart.
Rucksack
My rucksack carries
Everything
I need, I want, I
Wish
To be young, easy and
Free
To do anything without
Care
And compromise but for
Myself
And my cacoon of
Joy
And autonomy, my
Rucksack
Butterflies
(Verse 1)
I still get them
When I look in your eyes
When I hear your voice
You give me butterflies
The way you talk drive me crazy
The way I'm treated it amazes me
The way you spoil me
The massages baby oil me
Treat me like I'm royalty
Hold me down baby loyalty
(Chorus)
I can see it in your eyes
You can see it mine
You give me butterflies
After all this time
(Repeat 1x)
(Verse 2)
When you look at me
I get shivers
I feel cold
You bring me warmth baby
You are so bold
I like how you take control
I like how you plant kisses
And hugs
I like how you show love
Take me out , show me around
Can't believe a love like this has been found
I can't explain how you make me feel inside
You still give me butterflies
(Chorus)
I can see it in your eyes
You can see it mine
You give me butterflies
After all this time
(Repeat 1x)
Hook
Boom out of the cacoon
To my surprise
You still give me butterflies
(Repeat 1x)
I can see it in your eyes
You can see it mine
You give me butterflies
After all this time
(Repeat 1x)
Repeat until chorus fades
Written by: Concetta Hardnett
02/14/2021
COVID
A cocoon starts. Thick membranes of tissue encompass yourself. Gathering and condensing molecules and listening to life.
This skin, its filled with strains of a virus and craves the crevice of familial caves. A barrier. The host of your new pupae calling itself quarantine. Quarantine. This thick mucous seeps and creeps around the home and tries! It tries to wound all life into one. It fails. A pupae is one. You are. You are the life form that contracts a shell of collective consciousness. This shell that reaches for more, it is yours! You cant breathe. You want to share this cacoon with everyone, ANYONE. Then! Feelers. You have sprouted not only antennae, but music! The melody of change gathers atoms and sings the song of wings! You! The cacoon was meant for you. You hear yourself for the first time and when you emerge they see your beauty but cannot hear your song. Suddenly! The membranes close in on them. And through your newfound body and song, you console them through their own metamorphosis and together you sing the song of the butterfly.
A sip passes in missing your warmth
In your cacoon
Sound, eternally calm
Holding the mug
intensely
Thy hand
Pleases
Fostering magic to both
To both the warmth
of her lifeless soul and those
cold tears in shriek
A time won't destine
thy sufferings aside
persue my warmth and sleep...
free me
from my cacoon
brighten me with your smile
flutter my heart with your beauty
fly me
with the passion of your kisses
as we soar together
to heaven's heights
free me
May 5, 2020
N/A in contest judged 5/14/2020
As I carefully craft and slow ly chisel
Each individual stanza and verb
I'm polishing my adjectives to sizzle
Meant to be melodious, never to disturb
Coaxing as a pied piper from the cacoon
Every bit of alphabet dancing in my head
Looking for a metaphor to represent the moon
All to build a crescendo, meant to be read
So I present to you my anthology
As you turn each page , jump in , engage
Hanging happy thoughts, with no apology
Together we can turn a phrase
Pleased to meet you, wont you guess my name
I am a humble poet and this sonnet is my game
When I first saw you
the cacoon of my heart opened with butterfly wings
you were life's fragrant nectar of blooming blossoms
that attracted
as I floated above Earth on first love's winds
a newborn creature
that had left the dried husk of yesterday
on the dead limb of childhood
you were the first and most delicate of my desires
of untapped realms filled with promises and dreams
yours were the eyes that gave me my introduction
to the intoxication of passionate purpose
with its wild yearning of natural bonding
that gave me pause
and the illusion it meant something
maybe...to learn and understand
the depth and breadth of love in the human heart
maybe...to understand how fleeting it all is
no matter how strong the emotion
or how fluid the time or how sweet the nectar
now a memory kept of a time and place
when love was young and full of wonder
and every thought was plucked
from the gardens of sprouting passion
of unknown journeys by untested love
yes...you were the first and most delicate of my desires
of untapped realms filled with promises and dreams
8/4/19
"Me"
Out of all the things in the world I could be
I have finally accepted
It's best if I'm me
A caterpillar who soon
Went into a cacoon
And to my surprise
I went from crawling
to flying like a beautiful butterfly
I was a painting on the wall
that people considered graffiti
my words became intense
and to the world more needy
I wouldn't consider it greedy
I would consider it hunger
I wish I was this hungry
when I was younger
a lesson learned
time to reset
time to experience the best yet
Level up
with no regrets
standards it's time to set
elevation is a word
that goes unheard
so this is what I will do
know the limit for myself is through the roof
so which one will it be
that choice is totally up to you
you see
I will just enjoy being me
Written by: Concetta Hardnett
07/06/2019
The metal clock then strikes midnight
as cloud gathers, hiding the moon.
But fractured beams soon bathe with light
the pen's last verse that thoughts cacoon.
Now words unfurl and wings set flight.
How cute are the flowers that come to my lawn,
but these little flowers are oft frowned upon.
People don’t like them because they grow tall,
and many folks just mow them down, one and all
Yes, they wilt and they wither, that’s also true,
but so do all flowers. It’s what flowers do!
These small diehard dudes bring themselves back alive,
bursting like popcorn. Oh, how they do thrive!
Their shriveled up bodies, much like a cacoon,
emerge looking different. What do we see soon?
Feather-heads in my yard come into sight,
each sending seeds sailing off, fluffy and white.
The seeds, when they fall to the ground, will beget
circles of leaves, which are called a rosette.
Though the leaves are not sweet, we can make from them tea
with nutrients given for us naturally!
They help one’s digestion and even the brain!
Plus other great blessings from this plant we gain.
The overlooked beauty of health in the seed
of the dandelion makes it much more than a weed!
Nov. 11, 2018 for Jesse Rowe's Overlooked Beauty Poetry Contest
In the transparent sunlight,
In the hidden cacoon through winter,
A butterfly as ravishing as tonight.
broken poems
restless shapes
knowing this pass
teach'ers hallways
forbidden
my last
write
is
now
so long poets
with your dot
followings
mymicing
misery
here
i
am
pick me
last write
from misery
think they are
over sculpting me
freakish minds torment
inside butterfly fly cacoon fly
let the mother moth die
dusted to dust
my words
of
disgust
jealous freaks
search for complete
again teach'er pick me
why soul i want another half
i
am
an whole
one makes
you complete
when two combine they make one
completeness can be found within yourself
what part of me escapes never to be returned
after all is done only ourselves can be held responsible
for all the love we give and for the love we have taken away
?
just rambles
...
..
.
Pimp A Butterfly
Told Her Inside the Womb
which was the Cacoon
Was Her Wings to Bloom
Instead of seeing the Invisible Wings
she was stuck in a Physical Belief
Of not seeing the Visible Physique
of the Material Feats
Not seeing the Miracle Underneath
The Spiritual Unleashed
The Roots in the Tree with Leaves & Leafs
with the Fruits to Release
Searching for Treasures & Pleasures
of Earthly Peace
That Beautiful isn't just Skin
Deep Of the Soul the Rose The Gold inside that's Free
Freaks of Nature
I showed her the Gold of the Beast
which is Me
But you must Accept Defeat
of being Unique
Some never let their Wings Speak
because of Awkwardness it's Reaps
So make Room to Flee
So don't Elude to Creep
Move like the Trees
Swoon with Relief
To Moon to be Free
Be a Balloon through the Winds Teeth
Eagles Swoops without Fleece
She'll still loose Sleep
Until she finds the Truth Underneath
Your agouti mix with your silver sleek shine,
Your genus “canis lupus” known throughout time.
You hunt in packs deep in the woods,
So stealthy and confident just like you should.
Carnivore mammal, tough as steel,
You ripped me apart for your last meal.
Untamed and wild beneath the the moon,
You've startled me in my pathetic cacoon.
Unraveled, strings pulled out of needles,
So high strung, and a beast who wheedles.
A savage predator from North America,
With ancestors spread through Northern Canada.
You came and left in the blink of my eye,
I heard you found a home somewhere near by.
First time I saw you I ended up on my knees,
Searched for shelter crying out for indemnity.
Last time I saw you my heart was in ruins,
It's only because of your tedious undoing.
Later than sooner when we meet again,
I'll pray for comfort and hope to suspend.
Your call of the wild screeches in my ears,
As you pass on your legacy throughout the years.
Your agouti mix with your silver sleek shine,
Next time you're near I'll be disinclined.
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