CACOON

tis like a rebirth
in the form
from the cocoon
as a butterfly

hope some day
we will be same soon
skirting the flame
of life awaiting our turn
to burn
and smoulder in the flames
so as to avoid a final
summing up burn

This poem is so sad, full of agony and loneliness - you are so skilled as a poet, so precisely do you convey to the reader these raw emotions that there is an upwelling of tears. You have managed to express your inmost thoughts and pain - through the metaphor of this poem! "going beyond the bounds of language.." such is its depth!

"To me" the title is a gesture of hope - that something better is on its way!

Thanks for sharing your talent Joe!

Love Mand xxx

loved this one! I am puzzled about where the meter is and am not sure what meter has to do with what is going on in this stage of the workshop. ???? ~ Gee

You have nailed the essence of a tough topic with well-chosen words! I know of no one who could have done it better! Congrats, my friend!