a glass cocoon


a glass cocoon

has break itself

into many pieces

as it fall

on the ground


now finally,

oh finally

here comes my lovely butterfly

she came out

and landed upon my shoulder


i called her, miss liberty…..


Margie said...

miss liberty....a perfect name for your butterfly.
very nice poem!

Hope you have a great day.
I'll be leaving here very soon to go hiking with Jake...my wonderful canine friend!


floots said...

great imagery kai
thank you

polona said...

some things must break in order for others to emerge...
love this!

Kai C. said...

thank you

a.Kai said...

miss liberty - freedom! so nice

Anonymous said...

I love the way you describe the butterfly...liberty.