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delay

eclosion interrupted
cautious chrysalis
stalled immaculate

tentative toes
tickle the water
for temperature

silken stagnation
swaddled east to west
south from north

no midnight love
no velvet flight
no sip of nectar

frozen local
overwinter migratory dreams
pump their wings nightly

a world an inch away
too soon now
too late much later

Rene ~ January 13, 2013




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  1. Brian MillerJanuary 13, 2013 at 4:28 PM

    props on the big word....ha...eclosion....cool word though...looked it up...kinda scary interrupted in that stage...interesting cascade to your words as well rene....happy sunday to you

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  2. Laurie KolpJanuary 13, 2013 at 5:46 PM

    frozen local
    overwinter migratory dreams
    pump their wings nightly


    Love that & think it could stand alone.

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  3. SilverGardeniaJanuary 13, 2013 at 6:09 PM

    Love all those fun words in the first stanza. Nice poem.

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  4. Other MaryJanuary 14, 2013 at 11:24 AM

    Wow, I couldn't come up with anything other than silly. Kudos Rene.

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  5. HelenJanuary 14, 2013 at 12:56 PM

    .. a hatch ~ natch!

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  6. Little NellJanuary 14, 2013 at 3:22 PM

    When her wings are pumped - off she flies!

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  7. Theresa MilsteinJanuary 14, 2013 at 3:30 PM

    She certainly is cocooned!

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  8. Susan AndersonJanuary 14, 2013 at 3:48 PM

    Hatching, huh? Nice.

    =)

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  9. FireblossomJanuary 15, 2013 at 6:59 PM

    This is just a damned strange picture to write for, or even to look at. The poem fits the image to a tee, but none of it makes a whole lot of sense to me.

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    1. UnknownJanuary 15, 2013 at 7:45 PM

      It's all about being stuck
      and not allowing yourself to evolve
      But yet dreaming dreams of someday

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    2. UnknownJanuary 15, 2013 at 7:48 PM

      Always a pleasure to see you here, girl

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  10. Tess KincaidJanuary 16, 2013 at 2:05 PM

    ...too soon now...too late much later...thought-provoking...oh I like...

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  11. Vodka MomJanuary 16, 2013 at 8:36 PM

    ...and I can't stop looking at the crazy pic.


    :-)

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  12. Silent Otto January 17, 2013 at 6:43 AM

    And wrapped in swaddling clothes - yeah, cool.

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