Yet do they dream?

In illusions

Stark, cold delusions

Drifting into dreamish delights

Caterpillars crawl            

Inching up the heights

From bellies scraped on dirt

Chewing leaves and cuttings

Yet do they dream

Of fluttering, floating

Flying and flapping into heaven

Drinking golden nectar

Sweetest, succulent ambrosia

In the garden of the gods

And when chrysalis ecstasy sings

Releasing mercurial magic in wings

Stained-glass colors illumined

Yet do they remember

Tasting the bitter dust of day

Or does it only appear a dream

Another life or so it seems?

Reviews

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I'd like to dream that I began as a butterfly ...in the garden of the Gods. I hope I don't have to tell you how brilliant you are? Your hatter's hat must be getting pretty tight by now:) Oh, what the hey...I'll leave you a new one by the garden gate. YOUR AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[An owl on the moon]

I thank you from the bottom of my heart, Queenie! My muse has breathed a sweet music into me... far more than I could hope for... May you find some tea and cookies by the garden of the gods... :)

[Wuji]

This is beautiful, it had pockets of Byron to me, you been reading the Romantics of late?

[An owl on the moon]

Thank you for your wondrous encouragement! I read everything I possibly can to inspire light from my shadows... :)

[Marie]

A wonderful concept--that caterpillars can dream of what they will be someday...that butterflies can remember who they were...

[An owl on the moon]

Thank you for stopping here, Marie! So good to hear from you again... :)

[Marie]

Froman, I lost you, because you weren't posting, or maybeyou closed your profile. Anyway, I'm glad to see your poetry once again.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

A mysterious and magical piece of work.This could speak of many things metaphorically. Someone finding their self esteem, or even coming of age.

I think of a great saying, "What a caterpillar calls the end of the world God calls a butterfly."

[An owl on the moon]

I always appreciate your insights, my friend! And yes... this is a journey I am on... reaching for more than the eyes can see... the dreams in distance...

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

We must reach for what is out of reach cause we never know how far we can go if we don't test the boundaries of our own world.

[AprilRN1210]

"dreamish delight" is correct.. The playful alliteration mixed with the vivid imagery creates this light airy alluring wonderland. As always another awesome piece that I love!

[An owl on the moon]

Thank you for sharing your thoughts and dreams with all of us here, dear friend. :)

[AprilRN1210]

When it comes to your work it is definitely my pleasure-I am a fan sir:)

[Pryde Foltz]

And when chrysalis ecstasy sings
Releasing mercurial magic in wings
Stained-glass colors illumined
Yet do they remember
Tasting the bitter dust of day
Or does it only appear a dream
Another life or so it seems?

So much philosophical merit in this most beauteous write. A pleasure to read and see.

[An owl on the moon]

I deeply appreciate your words, Pryde. And us? What do we dream of that we may one day be? :)

[Pryde Foltz]

More of what I already am, I suppose. Yeah … that and astronaut;)

[An owl on the moon]

Can't wait to see more of you up in space... :)

[Pryde Foltz]

Hahahahahahaha

[Kesha]

Wow. Just wow. I really enjoyed this. A lot. I feel like this can be applied to children, we were all once a child and we dreamed of growing up and sometimes I wonder what was I thinking? Idk just rambling here that's how you know I liked it my dear friend! Wonderful piece as always. Hope your week started off great!

[An owl on the moon]

Thank you for your lifting words, Kesha.. always! It has been a good week... a week that has stretched me to grow... and yes.. to dream of flying again... :)

[Kesha]

You are welcome! & that is great! Glad your week has been good :) now enjoy the weekend :)

[Ghost of Jupiter]

Wow, Craig... you speak of my beloved butterflies, and send my spirits souring. This is a brilliant poem of insurmountable beauty, it reverberates within my soul. Oh and the accompanying image is gorgeous... it greatly enhances the enchantment of this piece. Wonderful work as always! :)

[An owl on the moon]

I was sharing my soul with my muse, and the thought of whether caterpillars dream of flying came to light... and if a butterfly remembers crawling in the dust... I feel I am in that place of the chrysalis... ready now... Thank you for your kind words!

[Ghost of Jupiter]

Ah, what an awesome thought Craig ... I wonder if the caterpillars do dream and butterflies remember... I can take that many places, how thought provoking. I am so glad to hear that you are at that stage to emerge into the beautiful and hopeful sky. Happy flying :)