Regression
byBiswajit Mishra 12th Aug 2024

The butterfly wants to get back
to being a pupa,
believing that would keep him safe,
from the hovering nets,
but the attraction
of the flowers,
the sweetness of the nectar,
and flying too,
is too strong to give up,
while the unpredictability of the outcome
in the limbo state,
between unmanifest and manifest
causes tremors,
lest the potentials remain
unrealized,
or will that state still be
the complete realization of the potentials
perfect at that state
as it will be,
factoring in the residual as the redundancy
designed in the original build,
like a vain surplus in an infinity?

Then, the question arises,
would it be better for him to go further back
to being a larva and
then back, an egg
or if he went back a step further,
in that infinite cycle of expressions,
he would again be a butterfly,
that he is now.

Haiku on Rest & reflection

by Pris Campbell 13th August  2024

housebound…
I write poems about
my exciting days

— forced break
my prone body shadow dances
on the bedroom wall

stray cats
sleep under the shade trees
we drift into dreams