Miracle Soup
A wanky poem
When you look at a butterfly Her delicate wings fluttering with bright colours Do you forget that miracle doesn't just mean lucky
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Become a paid subscriber to get access.This piece touches my innermost pain and sadness. We're not alone in this, are we?
Wow, a really stunning metamorphoses, love the way the motherhood metaphor is integrated. I see the form of the chrysalis in the spill of the lines, so lovely.
L.C. this was so beautifully written! I love the reminder that you never know what's going on below the surface! That people always praise what they see and not the work that went into the transformation! Very insightfully written!
Oh wow! Gut punch! I love it!
Wow!
Wow, this is really gorgeous, L.C.! I think about this analogy all the time, and you have penned (typed) it so perfectly. Such vivid imagery here. A lot to sit with. Wonderful job!
This is hard truth, beautifully expressed. We never question, or worse, tend to forget the price paid for miracles, and the caterpillar to butterfly transformation is the perfect analogy. Well done, LC!
A great take on the challenge, wonderful words
Loving those gossamer lines!!! Beautifully written!!!❤️❤️💕
Ah, everything does come with a price. The bitter truth of life. Loved this powerful poem!
So powerful and very well done! Especially your last stanza. I love that our conversation continued this way!!!! ❤️✨🙏
Mmmmm... butterfly soup. Now I wonder if that's a cuisine in some part of the world. Imagine three types of soup: caterpillar soup, transformational soup, and butterfly soup. Now, on a more serious note You are right about how some miracles need to go through painful, excruciating, changes. There is nothing gained without something being given. An athlete has to be disciplined in diet, regime, and training. A scholar must be disciplined in being well researched. A writer must be disciplined in putting pen to paper from that which emerges from their mind, much like an engineer does to. In order for magnificent changes, time and effort must take place. From the landscape and weather cycles that shaped our planet, to the development of a newly formed life, to the changing of one's habits into a lifestyle.
Powerful!
love this
Beautiful butterfly poem! And relatable! We’ve all been broken! Great poem!
I love this line so much “ Do you forget that miracle doesn't just mean lucky” it’s just so beautiful. Like wow. This whole poem. Like wow.
I felt this one down to my bones. Excellent poem, LC
This is such a good one LC :)
I can see a possible top story here
Love this! It is a good reminder that stuff doesn't come easy and it takes effort (at least that's what my concussed brain got from it 😅).