Pickle's Becoming.

I started as just a little caterpillar.
Content with my leaf munching.
Until I felt stirrings within.
And spun myself into glistening silk.

I slept peacefully and soundly.
Oblivious to the world outside.
And I began my transformation.
My reformation.

I tear my silk, and crawl out..
I try out my newly acquired features hesitantly.
How long my legs have gotten!
I unroll my little sucker, and taste the world around me.

All the colors and sights!
(I wish these strange appendages would dry.)
I finally am able to flutter away - only to find a nice garden nearby my tree.
(A buffet! I've died and gone to heaven!)
I flit from flower to flower, and I'm proud of what I've become.
I am Pickles the Butterfly, and I have a new world to explore.

— infinite_dwarf, Jun 11, 2008

About This Poem

About the Author

Region, Country: North Carolina, USA, USA

Favorite Poets: E.A. Poe, Lewis Carroll, Charles Bukowski, Michael McClure, Lawrence Ferlenghetti.

Critiques

purplemoondoll

17 years 12 months ago

Pickles - lol - you have

Pickles - lol - you have really captured something special here. :-) Loved this all the way. Kaz It's impossible to smile on the outside without feeling better on the inside.

Rett

17 years 12 months ago

Hey Pickles

This is really cute, but I think you have been drinking fermented nectar with that name!*LOL* Wonderful read. Rett

themoonman

17 years 12 months ago

Pickles...

what a nice write.. smiling still from the sight of your emerging butterfly... Richard

barbsdad2003

17 years 12 months ago

I don't know if you intended ...

the connection, but I draw a likeness here to a person's living a sort of robotic, humdrum, quite predictable existence ... who then is unaccountably struck by an awakening, an epiphany, a sudden enormous insight, one that wakens/rouses wonder and requires an excited, thorough exploration of its nature. Such a thing can make everything/the whole universe seem different: The brain changes, the body, its very metabolism, the subjective experience of life and living it purposefully .... Empathetic. Delightful. Thanx, Chuck PS: You never know. You can see by my profile pic what's happened to me. (Being able to fly, albeit awkwardly (esp. when the goldarned wind's blowing), has done wonders for my better-late-than-never ego.)

DarkinAZ

17 years 12 months ago

This is pretty cool

Nice story and descriptive transformation. Your friend, Mark

infinite_dwarf

17 years 12 months ago

Thanks, all.

Kaz - Glad you got a chuckle out of this one. It was fun to write about, and even more fun to discuss. Rett - Fermented nectar? What fermented nectar? *hic* LOL! Richard - I'm pleased that this brought a grin to your face. Thanks for reading. Chuck - LOL, my epiphany went down the sewer system. (oops, that ain't an epiphany..) No, you're quite correct, I wasn't even thinking of that. Awesome idea, though. I bet Buster's good and pissed that you can fly and he can't, poor little 'un. Mark - Thanks for the positive comments, glad you liked it! ~ "The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants." - Thomas Jefferson ~ "Tonight's forcast: dark, continued dark tonight, turning to partly light in the morning..." - George Carlin

DarkinAZ

17 years 12 months ago

You are welcome,

Sincerely, Mark

Frost Smith

17 years 12 months ago

Infinite_Dwarf...

there is an innocense here; like a child wrote it, not in a bad way either, really shows breadth of talent being able to go from serious to playful. Well done Frost