I am like an avid caterpillar
Hungrily munching
Humongous heavy thoughts
Greedily crunching
Exercising the jaws of
Intellect more than happy
with my diet
Till along comes a poem far too pretty
And yet...
Shimmering and glimmering
Winking at me.
Changing its shape and shifting for me....
So I reflect
And
My world hangs in balance pauses
Teeters in its new found elegance
Perspectives shake and loosens its brakes
A flutter of fancy fulfilled
sets the brilliant butterfly free.
As a diaphanous druid a wood nymph a dryad
I roam my next phase of a holy triad
delicately pausing
Tasting a tid bit
A delightful word here
A delicious phrasing
Then comes along a poem
That upsets the pretty polly-
Pollyanna world transformed
To something too holy
Not just a pretty picture
A jugular is bled
And a carotid incised
For the soul must be fed.
A grand declaration
That invokes such feeling
Its a runway to freedom
With heart and soul reeling
A warp drive to wonderland
A celestial welcome
A soul submarine
To cool ocean depths awesome.
To occult octopus gardens
Where squids jet ink in glee
Mantis club wooden
Their prey..in a fraction of a "see"
In my heart I am certain they see so much more.....
beating me to death but
Not for blood and gore...
The pain releases the light exits
And something within me
Is forever
Lit
I am now a glow worm
A celestial slinky
set free
way beyond
the range of even you
Sweet poetry
Amrita Valan.
My acknowledgement to Gary Adams in whose poem today I learnt about a slinky. ..Thank you !
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(c) Amrita Valan 2014
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