We emerged from our cocoons,
beautifully.
Heard laughter again
marveled at smiles
touched outstretched hands
reveled in freedom.
And our spirits soared.
Day 9: National Poetry Month where the challenge is to write a poem every day in April.
Written for the prompt at Toads We are to use one of the scientific illustrations by Maria Sibylla Merian, artist and naturalist, to motivate our poem. Merian traveled to Suriname in South America in 1699. The trip was sponsored by the city of Amsterdam. Remarkably for the time, Maria traveled with her young daughter, but with no male companion. In 1705, she published a book about the insect life of Suriname, Metamorphosis Insectorum Surinamensium. Maria Sibylla Merian was one of the first naturalists to draw insects from direct study. The poem is also written for dVerse, the virtual pub for poets, where today Frank asks us to write a 7 line poem. No other content or form restrictions. Pub opens at 3 PM Boston time. Come join us!
And to all my readers, stay safe and stay healthy!
lillian the home poet 
Beautifully rendered, Lillian! 😀 I can picture the “outstretched hands.”
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This is lovely❣️❣️🙏
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Yes, that will be a joyous emergence.
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I can see how the spirit of those caterpillars must have soared.
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I like what you’ve done with the title, Lill, and relish the thought of emerging from cocoons beautifully. Your seven-line poem is full of much-needed hope.
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After digesting your comment of Tuesday, I’m glad to see the palpable hope shining through the gloom. I applaud you and hug you and hope you remain safe. I’m hunkered down tight.
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Yes. We will survive, although I see shaking hands as gone with the wind.I like hugging or nodding our heads at each other as the Japanese do. I love this poem, so full of hope! Maybe you remain safe along with your beloved family.
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I wait for the day, Lillian.
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Beautiful Lillian! I love seeing the cocoons because then I know I will soon see some butterflies!
A poem of freedom! Perfect four our time.
…reveled in freedom.
And our spirits soared.
Hopefully we will soon do the same.
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Yes! Yes! So looking forward to that day!
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Very uplifting!
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I’m quite comfortable dozing in my cocoon at the moment =P. Although it will be nice to properly get out and about once we can emerge. Thanks for the lovely poem
The Lonely Recluse
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We do seem to be cocooning–I like that ending. (K)
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It is amazing how this idea you describe with so beautiful skill, seems to be raising in other minds. This cocooning and coming out, into something new, I’ve read 4 such poems in under two days. I read it from peoples comments. And I am filled with hope, as I share the dream, have the same feeling. Funny how this seems to have such an effect, adversity makes us more positive and we tie up together. Enough to dream and we might get such narrative. Thank you for sharing.
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Beautifully expressed, and surely something to look forward to.
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An excellent metaphoric comparison. may we all emerge from our cocoons rejuvenated.
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I love that small indrawn breath before “beautifully” – so that it becomes us emerging as beautiful butterflies (hard to imagine – the state of my hair already!!!) – but also the act of emerging that is beautiful. This is a real message of hope, Lillian.
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A wonderful poem, and wonderful for Good Friday, too!
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Love the title and the sentiments
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Beautiful words, lovely sentiment. How the world of the cocoon gives little or no indication of the gorgeous reality to come!
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You have expressed a lovely day of rejoicing.
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Oh bravo! From winter into spring and someday soon from isolation to celebration. I adore this!
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Soon to come, hopefully!
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Oh, I hope so! Lovely!
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Here’s hoping.
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A lovely witness to hope!
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