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hope for the butterfly

by Philippa Jane

Every night I lie in bed, cocoon-shelled -
a tangle of flannel sheets, imprisoning
my limbs and binding my heart; waiting
for a god in pajamas to stroke my hair
while I search for sleep.

Such is the struggle of my transformation.
(Do butterflies ever cry this way?)

12/07/2003

Posted on 12/08/2003
Copyright © 2024 Philippa Jane

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Karen Michelle on 12/08/03 at 01:01 PM

This image of metamorphosis is truly perfect. You are turning into someone even more beautiful than the girl you leave behind (if that is possible).

Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 12/09/03 at 07:43 AM

wow, i could feel this poem... beautfully sad and intriguing write... blessings...

Posted by Max Bouillet on 12/31/03 at 09:09 PM

Brilliant in concept and design. I love the way you have cocooned yourself and love is the transformation that will alow your wings to grow! Great verse.

Posted by Jeanne Marie Hoffman on 04/17/04 at 04:28 PM

The metamorphosis progresses beautifully in words and sad in tone

Posted by Allison Smith on 07/31/09 at 01:38 AM

This is awesome.

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