Pupa
A sanctuary
of isolation
spun out of
wistful threads
Outside:
the wind
and the world
spin their circles
Inwardly:
spherical asylum
of silence
Desperate fingers
strenously eroding
The walls of this prison
Muted mouth interlaced
with its walls
On this stalk of life:
we all hang separately,
isolated and encapsulated
unitedly scratching the walls
Shared dreams
upon resting corneas:
exhuberantly
fluttering butterflies;
dreams of what
we will become
Notes:
My process started with finding a natural phenomenon that could be used as a metaphorical vehicle for describing the solitary existence of all human beings. I thought that the metaphor of a pupa was an excellent choice.
The first five stanzas describe the loneliness from inside the pupa and how it is separated from the rest of the world, amidst the desperate trials to get out of it.
Note well how the ending notion of the words "unitedly" and "shared" works as a contrast to the lonely existence first described, and how I invite you to ask yourself the question: are we ultimately alone OR do we stand together? My answer in this poem is: we are united in loneliness by ways of humanity.
I wanted to end on a hopeful note: for are we not all sharing the dream of once becoming “complete”? Don’t we all want to become “an exhuberant butterfly”? Fly freely?
I sincerely hope that my readers will catch the essence of this poem. Share your thoughts with me, I love that!