Chrysalis

Madame Butterfly,

Sometimes we be-

come

that which hurt

Us, that one we abhor

All the more

Consumed

and eaten alive.

One can feel this,

as a matter of growth

inside

as cocoon cannot keep

safe 

its contents.

From moth to monarch

Color comes to show

Consumption.

I have become many

Delicate versions

Of a creature

That becomes-

Part of

creation.

Canaries are placed inside

Coal mines

by us, to save us

from poison unseen.

Other-

Wise

I have chosen

To hover at the blazing

Hearth

making smoke rings

with ashen wings

while warm

blooded bodies

Take shelter

soaking in stillness.

I can

Still

fly away.

Painting by Edward Mason Eggleston (1882-1941), 'A Day in June' c. 1932 in Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons.

Implement(ation) (misc. Haiku from Journal v.3, 2016)

Self identifies
by letters strung together
make names from scratch(es).
                 //

Write with felt marker
in the morning; it will be
pencil by nightfall.
________________________________

Butterfly and moth

are one chrysalis away

by color of death.

    ±             

Naiveté is

a bumble bee whose life

is heavy with lust.

☼     

Territory, as 

a place you feel most at home

outside of yourself.

                  ♦ 

Enough already

the tallest trees drink slowly

take in the new air...

         ↑

Photograph By ZachT (Own work) Bernese Alps in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.