Glorious,
DNA delectable,
molecules changing places,
neither wanderer nor wonder.
In a tepid, liquid dance,
remaking my lowly self—
creation in destruction.
Worm gravy,
liquid life recipe
in a transformation prison.
No going back—aiming higher.
Breaking free—the final push,
bursting my chrysalis crucible.
Perched wet,
perched dry,
hallowed in flight.
That fellow looks like he’s been through the ringer. I am sure he is grateful for the necter you have provided.
I had hoped to find a moth or butterfly to photograph to go with this poem about metamorphosis. I went out to take a pic of my lilac, and this little guy fell onto the flower as I was snapping! I have a feeling a bird may have gotten him, and he fell with that injured wing. But after 3 pics, he flew off.
Poor guy! Looks like he had a rough time! Beeeeutiful lilac!
Yes and thanks!
Mmm, lilacs! So pretty~ I love this poem Lilly, I can see the churning of change… I really like these lines, too: “Worm gravy,/liquid life recipe/in a transformation prison.”
I read a lay friendly book on molecular biology,and in talking about metamorphosis for the first time I realized what really goes on in a coccoon. I think it is amazing.
hello, ms. lily,
what a wonderful bloom! thanks for showing us…
i love the poetry, it sounds like Bio told in a sweet, non-frigthening way… did you name the butterfly, btw? ^^ regards! 
He didn’t stick around long enough to get properly acquainted.
LOVE you photo. I can almost smell the lilacs!!
Love my lilacs, but wish they’d last longer.
A beautiful and rich photograph. The colours of the lilac and the mottling of the butterfly are stunning. Can’t wait to smell those lilacs for myself. We are a few weeks behind you but they are on their way.
The weather has been so crazy they have died back sooner than normal. Bummer. For a while my whole front yard was just all lilac and rose.