March 21, 2017

• Looking at the Cycle

  Tiny dots of eggs in neat rows
  Dark omens of the adolescent pupa
  Her wings crumpled and still

  Voraciously they scalloped leaf edges
  Growing caterpillar chaos escaped from
  Tiny dots of eggs in neat rows

  Each body fat gorging on rose leaves
  Becomes slow and muddy hardening
  Dark omens of the adolescent pupa

  The cocoon hides the miracle
  Until it bursts open to reveal
  Her wings crumpled and still

  There is a cycle to this life. In fact there is a cycle in everything we do and nearly everything that lives in this world. From the water cycle that dictates that water falls from the sky, is evaporated by the sun and then condenses and falls again to that complicated Krebs cycle that is the source of energy in living cells produced in the mitachondria! I like to think that here is also a cycle connected to forgiveness. It is where you need forgiveness and give forgiveness and then get forgiveness and so on and so on in an endless cycle. I wrote this casacade poem where there is a kind of cycle in that each line of the first stanza becomes the last line of subsequent stanzas. I used the Winter Scavenger Hunt 2017 prompt #16 - Include the life cycle of an insect.

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