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
Categories:
forewings, art,
Form: Ekphrasis
Autumn colored shackles
palpitations make the metal growl
Xanthic forewings and discal cells
grace my mucosa, the ripples feel foul
Eternal suffering in a blissful steel
I like to spend my days believing my delusions are real
Love is just chemicals
that we tend to confuse
But good lord, honey, these confusing chemicals have me addicted to you
May these Lepidopteras lay me down to sleep
and wake me with their shattering roar
Let me taste your vanilla lips
Grip you close with an internal war
plaster and staple my clipped feathers
and let my heart soar
Im wittling away in a bird cage, and begging for your touch
I spend my free time knowing I’m too much
so listen to my last exasperated “I love you”
And i’ll rattle these chains
dream of my terminal phalanx touching the sky
and gracing your face
I’ll slam into the metal walls
recoil in ecstasy
grip my stomach until hemoglobin lines the ridges in my flesh
try to rip the monarch lovers out
in hopes they let me rest
Im wittling away in a bird cage
with a dying wish for your head on my chest
Categories:
forewings, 8th grade, angst, crush,
Form: Rhyme
She is night’s gloss
when flights lure;
draped in rich veils
her twirls prance.
Lass from June air
casts young wings -
on my arched hand
lies snout ‘s trance!
Four Lines Of Poetry , Nette Onclaud
30 Aug 2019
Phrase: Learn To Fly— ^ An American snout
is a butterfly with orange, brown, and white
forewings. Its tips are usually squared off.
Categories:
forewings, butterfly, image,
Form: Rhyme
Spare That Cricket
By Elton Camp
So it was a cricket you heard last night
And in its song you took no delight
But found it to be extremely disturbing
Your sleep the critter to be curbing
But he meant you not the least ill-will
He hoped his song a girl would thrill
Rubbing his forewings the sound does create
The one you call noise and so intensely hate
On the female’s front legs her ears are found
So she can invite the boy cricket to come around
The chirps are different for each species
Thus, only their own type it will please
“It seems there must be something wrong
In wanting to silence any song.”
With Robert Frost I just have to agree
So why not just let the little cricket be?
Categories:
forewings, nature,
Form: Rhyme