Disperse the prism of reflection
Colours Crystallized refractions
wane
Warping the silken pad
Pupa dreams
Only a delirium of fruition
Moth to flame
Left to languor
Upon the befogged
Wishes now musty
Mutations insoluble
Wings of shattered want
Flutter not
Nor float upon the breeze
Extinct heart
Dawns its reality
Eyes wide now unshut
No cocoon exists
Confined to heartbreak
And its dissipation
Flying high disrobed
Mating now forsaken
Comments
Ida
Your Chrysalis was a good read
though I would have loved the butterfly
to reach out for its freedom
amidst the ages of powdered wings
that reflect all the colours we need to see
yet in a short life such a pleasure to me..
I shall light a candle inside a gauze
so that the moth never gets burned,
Yours Ian.T
glide sweep
love your works...
can hear the typewriter...(our old remington rand)
we visited our loved ruins
black and whites
catching the large eyes
and now we are
haunted
in the turbulence of age
Our daughter on her own
migrating to a dream
a destination
keeping contact
and holding her own
Her crazy parents
flung to the edge
and yet
we too hold true
writing
caught in the magnitude
of the beauty
the strength of the wingbeat
climbing
thank you
breath comes
light comes
sound comes
living comes
I miss you
your words the balm
my life ruffled
smooth the heat
sixty miles apart....
and a universe ....
my new life
my new women..
keep writing...
I shall keep listening
..