COVID CHRYSALIS

Before my wandering ways take me back to my Top 10 list of poems, I have resolved to share a new poem. I recently wrote this poem in the style of an unfinished poetry project that I started before I began writing my novel. I suppose my subconscious is wanting me to finish what I began. Indeed, the river of time does circle back around from time to time. Instead of letting it perpetually bob up and down in an eddy in my mind, I release it to you.

COVID CHRYSALIS

primordial skin surrounds
covid chrysalis

pulsating heart
squeezed within

old ways
dissolving slowly away

sprouting bubbles
new normal

time warps
bending together

night and day
day and night

new normal
shrouded reality

chrysalis cracks
exposing the metamorphosis

emerging wings
shrinking shell

shimmering sun
glistening new body

nascent beginning
a fading memory

fluttering flight
a leap away

by Cody McCullough

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MY TOP TEN POEMS: #6 “FLY AWAY”

I hate the coronavirus and the disease that it causes: COVID-19. My heart goes out to all of those who have contracted the virus and all of those whose lives it has affected. I understand why the government is asking us to stay at home and taking all the measures that it has taken. It’s tough, though, to see society shut down. 

Under these strange circumstances, I’m continuing with my top ten list of poems. Next up is my number six poem: “FLY AWAY”. At its heart, this poem is about the desire to have the ability to fly. In many ways, this is a metaphor for escaping the limitations that life puts on us. Perhaps, something many of us know all too well these days.

Feel free to give the poem a read below, and let me know what you think. If you like it, there are more poems like it in my book of poetry: THE PAST, PRESENT, & FUTURE. It’s currently for sale as a kindle ebook. You can purchase it for $5.99. Here is the link: purchase THE PAST, PRESENT, & FUTURE.

FLY AWAY

I’ve always wanted to fly.
As long as I can remember,
I’ve done it in my dreams.

Often it would begin in the yard.
First, I would float up
then I would sit in a great big tree.

Soon, though, I had to see
just how high this power could take me;
so away I would fly.

Before I could touch the sky, though,
it always would happen.
I’d look down and see how far I had come.

Below, the world would look so small and far away.
Then my spirits would sink
and fear would creep in; I’d have to go back.

I’ve always wanted to fly.
As long as I can remember,
I’ve done it in my dreams.

 

astronomy clouds dusk hands