Sunday, August 01, 2010

One Single Impression: Cocoon



Cocoon in Use

We weave our webs with gleeful pride,
cute little nests for our old age.
When mine was done I climbed inside
and closed the door here in my cage.

Its dark in here and I can sleep.
Never again to see sun's burn?
Little do I know but down deep
I'm feeling I can not return.

I will sleep now hanging up high;
wish I believed reincarnate.
It matters not for I will die.
Be like my mom* who gave her egg?


Photos and Poem Copyright
© 2010 Jimmiehov
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* Mom was the butterfly who laid the egg from which he hatched as a worm. She always dies before her worm baby hatches.
Here is a cute animated illustration about the life cycle of a butterfly; and
here is a diagram showing that life cycle in a block diagram.


Prompt word, Cocoon, suggested by Tammie Lee at
Beauty Flows

Find more poems at One Single Impression using "Cocoon" as prompt

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16 Comments:

At Saturday, July 31, 2010 11:27:00 PM, Blogger Amity said...

You have expressed how a caterpillar feels being imprisoned in its cocoon...:)

Isn't it magical?

Beautiful take Jim, this poem of yours!

Why in man, when we want to stay in our comfort zone, can we not also say, "let me sleep in my cocoon" then emerge a new and revitalized creature?

Just a rebuttal inside my mind Jim...:)

 
At Saturday, July 31, 2010 11:33:00 PM, Blogger Tammie said...

this is so creative,
and a bit intense.
I wonder what it is like for a caterpillar, do they trust that it is the perfect thing to crawl into their nest, they must.

PS:
I have my post on my other blog http://beautyflows.blogspot.com/
not Spirithelpers this time.

 
At Sunday, August 01, 2010 12:50:00 AM, Blogger Married To Singaporean said...

Beautiful photo, colourful caterpillar. I like "I'm feeling I can not return", the life cycle of mom butterfly is sad.

 
At Sunday, August 01, 2010 1:52:00 AM, Blogger gautami tripathy said...

Very well written. A pleasure!

crumbling walls

 
At Sunday, August 01, 2010 3:07:00 AM, Blogger anthonynorth said...

Very cleverly done. An interesting perspective.

 
At Sunday, August 01, 2010 6:00:00 AM, Blogger Loch Rob said...

An interesting concept of building our own cocoon. But to die and not emerge through a metamorphosis? I like the thought of something new being reacted. Your poem and picture work so well together. Have a great day. Rob.

 
At Sunday, August 01, 2010 2:32:00 PM, Blogger Harshad mehta said...

Intense. Excellent take on the prompt.

 
At Monday, August 02, 2010 7:59:00 AM, Blogger Patti said...

Beautiful job Jim! Lots of different layers to this cocoon! Have a wonderful week...

 
At Tuesday, August 03, 2010 3:05:00 AM, Blogger Rinkly Rimes said...

I particuarly like the first verse.

 
At Tuesday, August 03, 2010 1:29:00 PM, Blogger Ramesh Sood said...

Just so very beautiful this poem Jim..

Its dark in here and I can sleep.
Never again to see sun's burn?
Little do I know but down deep
I'm feeling I can not return.

What a feeling this.. sometimes it's like that, yes!

 
At Tuesday, August 03, 2010 1:38:00 PM, Blogger Cassiopeia Rises said...

Jim my friend, this is beautiful but sad image of our on uptight lives. The cocoon is warm and dark as if to hide our sins. We both know that He see all and thank God for this.
Wonderful.....


Melanie

 
At Tuesday, August 03, 2010 8:55:00 PM, Blogger The Write Girl said...

Jim, this is a lovely description on the caterpillar process. I didn't know the mother dies! Nicely written and very creative.

 
At Wednesday, August 04, 2010 5:38:00 PM, Blogger Tumblewords: said...

Interesting take, natural and fine.

 
At Thursday, August 05, 2010 5:59:00 AM, Anonymous Nimue said...

it was informative, tender, poetic and so engrossing !!!

 
At Saturday, August 07, 2010 9:17:00 AM, Blogger Sandra (if) said...

Jim..I was reading with emotion to reach the ending...:)

 
At Saturday, August 07, 2010 1:18:00 PM, Anonymous gabrielle said...

beautifully intimate verse... the spiral of life. a taut and reflective write.

 

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