Pupæ
A #poetry thread

i.

They hang like commas, green and curled
from word-hung branches, a sentence grows;
they're folded into minds still furled
to punctuate new worlds that flow.

Each pupa’s case still holds its breath,
in blanket sewn with silk and time.
The caterpillar cheats its death
to form a brighter, stranger rhyme.

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ii.

No wing yet free, no skies yet claimed,
just silent beats of songs unsung;
the world they were is buried, pained,
that lyres with new words may be strung.

Once shells give way, horizons part,
and rainbowed music sounds, takes wing,
new worlds will break the old apart —
the butterflies’ bright choir will sing.

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