Lepidopteron larvae
What a fantastic journey you have been.
Metamorphosed, beautiful wings I have seen.
Left in awe by what – from you I could glean.
Yet all I wanted with you !, was for life to be serene.
Ambulating upon this earth or to soar into the air,
it mattered not to me, for with you is all I care
to experience, to be a part of, to know all your fair
beauty, your fine mind, your time and to climb the stair –
way to heaven with you – not into hell will I stare
at all that – for me – was not kosher, not fair.
It now seems as though the Lepidopteron larvae,
a Monarch has become, leaving me by the wayside.
With me, she is finished, no longer wanting to play
and from me – it seems – she just wants to hide.
Not the adventure I wanted, not the kind of ride -
journey that takes, this one, far from my ?, beauties side.
B. J. “A” 2
January 30th 2009
Categories:
lepidopteron, beauty, farewell,
Form: Rhyme
Oh, little moth, your primordial flight.
has brought you to my well lite home tonight.
Lepidopteron, master of the night,
fly quickly to the light of my kitchen,'
sit on my table, dry and preen your wings.
Your vision moth, of this nocturnal moon,
that sits upon my kitchen table bright,
leaves in question lepidopteron sight.
As you can see, this moon was made for me,
so fly up to my iridescent light.
I must admit, your flight is quite a sight,
turning, twisting fluttering as you fly.
Up to the moon in my clean ceiling tall,
or in the doorway of my well lighted hall.
Oh, must you leave? Our visit was too short!
You must forgive, my hospitality,
as I swat you off of my ceiling clean
with only this treated papyrus leave.
Oh, Lepidopteron
what is this black mush you leave,
upon my well lite clean ceiling?
Next time mind your manners!
Oh, little fly........
Categories:
lepidopteron, funnymoon,
Form: Free verse