Cosmic Butterfly


I am bound by flightless wings
and a body unable to feel
the moon beneath my feet.

Child of gravity, weighted earthling,
I must wear a suit of science to walk
the lighthouse of dreams.

Butterfly teach me the ways of your cocoon,
to embrace a metamorphosis in a womb
that nurtures spirit in a body chasing death.

Weightless in a floating dreamscape
I am stardust searching for origins,
flesh and bone praying I find home.

©Susie Clevenger 2019

The Sunday Muse #79


Comments

Carrie Van Horn said…
Every stanza stands strong by itself! I especially love " I am bound by flightless wings and a body unable to feel the moon beneath my feet" and "I am stardust searching for origins, flesh and bone praying I find home." Oh Susie this is utterly beautiful from head to toe! I love the way you have captured the endless searching of man and how the butterfly is a wonderful metaphor for what man longs to have and has not. I love love love this!!!
October 28, 2019 at 4:42 PM
Mistella said…
Loved this piece. An amazing work!
October 29, 2019 at 12:11 AM
Sherry Blue Sky said…
Oh my goodness. This is so good I am speechless.
October 29, 2019 at 11:12 AM
Lori said…
I love the idea of the astronaut being encased in a cocoon. One that allows him to be more than gravity bound (the way a cocoon seems to hover above the earth suspended from a branch). Always striving to see further, go farther, and be more than we are.
October 29, 2019 at 1:28 PM
Truedessa said…
A lighthouse of dreams - that is a wonderful image for me. I guess we all long to fly we just need a way.
October 29, 2019 at 8:12 PM
robkistner said…
I really like this Susie. We humans, always searching for the reason why — flutter-bees are simply free to fly.
October 30, 2019 at 6:41 PM
indybev said…
This is outstanding. You've crafted some beautiful phrases!
November 2, 2019 at 2:12 PM
Fireblossom said…
Wonderful as always, Susie, and both melancholy and delicate.
November 6, 2019 at 10:21 AM
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