hope for the butterfly by Philippa JaneEvery 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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