Hi there, please enjoy today’s poem. I had fun playing around with the sounds in this poem – I prefer half rhymes and internal rhymes to full on rhyme schemes personally, and it helps my poems to flow. If you want to get the full effect, try saying it out loud as you read!
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Does a caterpillar, spinning
its webs and threads to hammock
itself from the branches of the trees,
underside of leaves, understand
the process of events about to unfold? How
it will unfold, re-mould, dissolve
away and be remade? Would it convey
a sense of the distress at this inevitable
self-digestion, would it confess a fear
of change and long to cling forever
rather than be self-made?
Does the caterpillar want to change?
Can it understand that only through its destruction
can it be remade?
A Teacup Full of Stories 