She was not always so lovely
With delicate wings
Carrying her from petal to petal
Free to flutter
Like a perfect ballerina
Once the grayness of the cocoon
Seemed an everlasting prison
Spun of promises
To be fulfilled
She waited in her wondering
Would the skies be blue again
And the winds kind to her flight
Once shed of her containment
Light, Oh glorious light
Uplifting her batiked wings
Soft to steer beyond the branch
Where now her cocoon withers
Hello poet Susan. This was exquisite, beautiful imagery and powerful story. I enjoyed, Loyd
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful imagery. There is nothing as soft and delicate and pretty as the butterfly. Looking at butterfly your poem will float in mind.