I was incased
in an igneous abode
you could not discern
my watermint sense
but catadromous
unwind
their pantograph
linearize
crookedly bladed link
rosinweed and spoonflower
outgrow technobabble
stratification
calcedony bicolor translucent
zymogen expectantly
diffract southwest
we were burdened
mammalian carrier
through telescope
transparency
never
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 31–September 6, 2026)
Butterflies, colors extraordinaire,
are a true example of Nature's art;
no finer paintings exist anywhere.
I wish I could halt time within my heart
and freeze-frame their beauty for all to share.
A caterpillar, once an ugly thing,
beautifies flowers wherever it goes.
Emerging from a chrysalis in Spring,
a butterfly flaunts exquisite new clothes
befitting that of a Queen or a King.
And its translucent scales diffract sunlight,
letting colors of every hue and shade
feed Nature's insatiable appetite.
And those colorful patterns never fade;
I love watching gossamer wings in flight.
Standing in awe of Nature's creation,
I find butterflies so entertaining.
And unleashing my imagination,
I can feel my anxiety draining
into a feeling of fascination.
This frozen tundra of existence, the purest horizon of trees pale with frost, laden and white with snow, I think this death more beautiful than life. The tree survives to bud anew, but the moment of that regeneration can never match this frozen pallor of beauty. In nature's end is found more than my eyes can bear without tears, frozen prisms that cannot diffract this atmosphere. And the sky, ah the sky, that white blanket of beauty shrouds the earth 'round, moves the shadow into oblivion. The darkest day brings the truest sunrise, but nary a sunset. All beauty is amplified with the frost. Nature flourished in its green, in its crimson, the rose is most beautious frosted and dewed. As the rose, so emotion, forever frozen, forever beautiful. Forever ideal. To meet this plane, misted and crystallized o'er with earth's tears, is that apex to which all life must aspire only to find dissolution. Ashes to ashes, elixir to ice.
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