Cocoon
Posted: Wednesday, January 25, 2012
by Marijo Phelps
COCOON
Olive drab rubbery wrinkles
Inching along
Hot, belly scorching, gritty sand
Eating half-dead leftovers
From the dusty ground
Eyes occluded with opaque scales
Seeing unclearly
Squishing through
Oozing black slime
The worm barely exists
A glistening rainbow
Velvet black, powdery brilliant blue
Frosty white, sunset orange and on
And on
Each uniquely recreated
Free to soar to heights
To dip down
On dew speckled,
Delicate yellow iris petals
And again
From leaf, to stately tree
To crystal sky dressed in purple sunset
Unbound, reborn
A butterfly
Yes, death to SELF
A barely living worm,
To indescribable beauty
As a born again
Uniquely free butterfly
Will you allow Jesus
Into your heart?
To liberate
The butterfly of your soul
In new birth with Him?
Or do you choose
SELFISH SELF.
To remain for eternity
Linked in inseparable league
With THE WORM?
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Top-level comments on this article: (3 total)Wonderful...Am glad you enjoyed this one!
Loved this poem. Comparing being reborn to the life of a cocoon was greatt.Thanks Linda - I wrote this a number of years back but it still applies!
Hey, I'll bend a little bit on this one. Don't really like that style as you know, BUT I feel you really nailed this one. I'll have to admit to liking it a lot. Great job.Thanks Verna - it was fun writing (this from a number of years ago....)
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