Still Waters Run Deep....

The cocoon dangles calmly- Silent, amid much din Vile, with a strange beauty Concealing power within. All larvae are not alike- They build cocoons or chrysalis, to be the moth or butterfly, post their metamorphosis. Life is a cocoon, An unseen fight, yet, a boon. Would every being achieve The freedom it seeks? Or Would it die, struggling as it lived, bleeding. Did someone sweep it, reckless, down the drain, or Coax it out too soon? Was it a tortured transformation, or just a quirk of fate? From life it gets a sweet release. Yet The larva never saw what could have been. Written in March, 2016

Written in January, 2016.  The rainbow slowly emerged- Arousing joy that was fragile or apathy for it ’ s magic As I watched from behind the cloud. I turned to the copper Star, That was to the rain a shroud, to the sky, a warm kiss encaged in this kaleidoscopic abyss. Like an ocean there was a sound, ‘ twas fast cars, journey bound, And a little sprinkler moved, Adding to this palette a groove. I turned back to the rainbow, To see   the celestial link, and frown in disguise    the glowing colours, and translucent side the pretty fable, and compelling lie. I wept with the dying crescent, I pleaded for the happy veil, I beseeched the fog to go, Yet all that did was the rainbow.