in my shroud,

 I am blind to Your brilliance.

Larval squirmings, procedural dues, envelop

mind and consume corpse so that all I feel is the pain

of becoming; the razor-edge ritual, this

infernal breakdown of internal structure,

this corpuscle soup I slaver and

squirm in throttles

all impetus.


in order to fly,

legs must be leashed.  In order to soar,

wings must be hammered thin as air.  Remake me.

Reset each molecule, retune each cell, that each atom

would sing the frequency of its conception, that

restoration and healing would croon cocoon.

That larval limping and caterpillar

crawl would collapse, gutted.

And the writhe, be


32 comments on “Butterflied

  1. Gallivanta says:

    Beautiful butterfly shape in the words. It’s ready to fly.

  2. Robert Rife says:

    Easily one of your best. This one’s got real teeth.

  3. Really beautiful and thought provoking!

  4. Eric says:

    Love your take on this photo, Melody. I like your descriptive wording. It is an action poem and at the same time a moment of tranquil contemplation. 🙂 PS- with a slight tip of the screen upward, one man’s butterfly becomes another man’s black widow, pouncing on unwary husband that suddenly lights up in fright… lololol 😀

  5. adaisygarden says:

    Wow, that is really hard to say with sincerity (“legs must be leashed… wings must be hammered…remake me”…). Reminds me of the old song, “Break me, melt me, mold me, fill me…Spirit of the living God, fall fresh on me.” Those are the original words, though they were changed a few years ago and they took out “break me”. Could it be that God is looking for that humility and willingness that you so eloquently wrote in this poem? Thanks for the challenge, Wendy!

    • melodylowes says:

      Thanks Daisy. In order for the caterpillar to morph, its entire system is broken down to cell soup, to be rebuilt. There is something to this picture of nature that relates well to our spiritual lives, too – in order to be free, our old ideas and biases and nature needs to be remade. Pain may just be a natural part of this awesome process…

  6. lvsrao says:

    Beautiful and thought provoking too.

  7. First, I thought ew and then ah!

  8. Caddo Veil says:

    I love the verb “butterflied”. Saying prayers down here, confident in faith.

  9. As always, lovely and beautiful.

  10. Debbie says:

    I agree with Robert . ..this was an outstanding poem! I forget where, but read a post about a gentleman that kept a cocoon of a moth, and when it tried to come out, it was struggling so, so he helped it by widening the cocoon’s neck. The moth got out more easily, but actually needed the process of squeezing out through the narrow opening, in order for it’s wings to be pressed and able to dry. His moth never flew and died . Sorry, that was a sad story, but just reminded me of your poem, of what we need to go through in order to fly. 🙂

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