Posted: January 24, 2015 in writings
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Image: Off the net

Image: Off the net

a gentle, carefree self
just awakened, frail.
they call her selma,
cradled by gods.

she is a butterfly
her cocoon broken
seeking shelter
in a tortoise shell.

she moves
between cross beams
of twilight
unable to return to
who she was
unsure of
who she is to be.

her body sighs
in anticipation
the breeze catching the
first twinges of wings
tied for too long,
readying for a
flight of uncertainty.

fly, flapper
to the blue beyond
where the pulsing
laughing universe awaits
merge unmerge
sink into the
endless spirals, permutations
there is possibility,
there is death.

die, be born
be born, die.

© Anuradha Prasad



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