From Little Larvae Grow

This was a Versenator Challenge if I remember correctly, a photo challenge. Where do we decide is the meaning in a thing or in a sequence of events?

 

From Little Larvae Grow

 

Translucent sphere of pearly iridescence,

are you auspicious bound for glory

or butterfly’s mounted Everest,

sought after prize of four-staged lives?

 

Within your glittered, gilded egg

instructions speak, a

caterpillar manifest,

for every segment, hair and head

camouflage and transportation

favorite meals and respiration,

how to crawl, or hang from threads

chew a scrumptious hole and

spin a silky pupa nest-y web.

 

As pupa hangs or holds in place

a fuzzy wuzzy with no face

nor feet to crawl nor wings to fly

not fit for much else beyond Wait!

except that Wait! hides transformations,

the flowery growth in silken pouch

from there antennae, wings and mouth

and colorings to dazzle, soar

bold eyes on wings to fool and more

fine imitation, Ma Nature’s paintings

glory flutters of imagination,

and translucent sphere’s great culmination.

 

Or do we have it backwards still,

That pinnacles are not fine flowers,

nor childhood’s wondrous inspirations,

but eggs primed for next generations?

 

David P. Eckert

Reviews

[Doug]

Wow, that's a great poem there. You did an amazing job at wrapping up the poem and giving its theme at the end. I definitely love the enjoy today and not hold tight to tomorrow's goals so much idea of the poem. A butterfly is beautiful but why isn't the entire process seen as beautiful as well? I do like that message quite a bit. I think the poem flows well. I didn't notice any points where I was tripping through the words. But the last stanza definitely made the poem for me, but its suppose to with this poem I think. So good job man.

[Kevin Connolly]

You are definitely one of the true classic poets, David. You're up there with Leah Simone and Colin Dardis. Brilliant poem.

[Amy Widmer]

Such a tantalizing piece. The words are as swiss chocolate to the lips. Your discriptions are beautiful! Well done!

[Jon Mahaffie]

This is absolutely gorgeous. These are my favorite kinds of poems, heavily imaged, like the real forest out there. Pure, unadulterated beauty, that leaves a lingering taste in the mind. Butterflies are like living flowers, so beautiful in themselves. The most beautiful butterfly in my opinion is the blue morpho, on the external side, you see a rough, treebarked texture and color, the common and safe side, aligned with the rest of nautre. But when it opens its wings, it glows a radiant, almost radioactive noen blue that just sets it apart from the rest of the surrounding woodlife. How appropriate that its revelation occurs only as its safe flying in the sky, away from the jeaulous land mammals. Just had to say that. There was a movie based on a true story about a cancer stricken boy who flew to south america with a famous ornithologist to simply catch a glimpse of the blue morpho. He looked for weeks straight, and right as he was about to give up and leave, a local girl caught one for him and brought it to him in a cage. He saw the colors and magnificent splendor or one of God's masterpieces, but there was something lacking. It wasn't free. The girl gave the boy the boxcage, and he let the butterfly go, and the movie faded to black as the butterfly soared into the sundown horizon. Anyways, your poem just reminded me of that, sorry for digressing, I really loved it.

[Benjamin L. Weekly]

You have a nice big vocabulary. I like this one, very colorful. This is my favorite line:
a fuzzy wuzzy with no face

Also the likening to reaching the top of mount everest at the beginning. This one has so much meaning in it I have a hard time decompressing the thoughts, but then again I write plain-spoken often so it's probably just me. I got the point of most of it though. Great work man.

- Tiger

[Amy Nixon]

I love the words you choose. YOu create such a vivid picture in my imagination! This was extraordinary!

[Victrola Belle]

i love this romp through a metaphysical world.......

Ma Nature�s paintings
glory flutters of imagination,
and translucent sphere�s great culmination.

Or do we have it backwards still,
That pinnacles are not fine flowers,
nor childhood�s wondrous inspirations,
but eggs primed for next generations?


I loved........

''except that Wait! hides transformations,
the flowery growth in silken pouch
from there antennae, wings and mouth
and colorings to dazzle, soar
bold eyes on wings to fool and more ''

the language seems effortless and grounded...yet full of awe and ''dazzle"

reminds me a bit of Roethke...''One pale horn of growth, a nubby root-cap, nudges a sand-crumb loose, ...''

what a lovely and memorable poem!

[Nihad Dweidary]

Or do we have it backwards still,
That pinnacles are not fine flowers,
nor childhood�s wondrous inspirations,
but eggs primed for next generations?

David- see, I am not mangling your name anymore- you damn rock, dude. ;-) This was scintillating. Oh, my God! That last stanza was magic. The whole poem was a fantastic journey of metamorphosis within which energy was like rich honey in beehives. My, oh my! Sorry, I have to quote Lara here:

"God in Heaven! What a poem ! A journey from Ohhhhhhh to Ahhhhhh."

Hell yeah, I say. A fantastic tour de force.

-Nihad

[T. L. O'Neal]

This was just wonderful David. You took the beauty of a process of nature and put it to verse in an exceptional manner. Great write. T

[Ron Cole]

Marvelous poem! The transformation from lowly larvae, to ugly catepillar, to gorgeous butterfly is perhaps one of Nature's most amazing transformations! The hopes inspired by this metamorphosis are endless! And, comparing that fine metamorphosis to future generations; future magical transformations can we expect?

The whole process is such a miracle, it is a worthy challenge to any writer or poet, and it looks like the right one came along with the genius and skills to handle the job!! Excellent work, this!