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Very nice qimissung.
"It's weedy now..."
"I drank from the milkweed..."

How ironic as I look out my window and see full stands of dandelions, weeds of various sorts and overgrown grass.
Thanks for sharing.

I wondered at first about your seemingly eccentric line-breaks but came to feel that they were an intrinsic part of this recreation of the caterpillar's progress.

Uh, thank you, Prince. Do you mean to say you don't think ever word I write is an exquisite masterpiece? I'm not sure I would have thought of the line breaks as eccentric, but they felt right, and I didn't question them. I was sort of musing as I wrote it, and I think that is the appropriate tone and style...it is a poem about musing, so I guess I instinctively got it right.

Thank you, also Gilliat. Thanks for stopping by. That is a portrait of my childhood home, much more overgrown than when I lived there. My father kept it very neat and tidy. Just exploring a contrast. I adore to look upon nature in all its messy, weedy, grassy, overblown, seedy wilderness. Much more interesting.

Lovely poem qimissung -- sorry I hadn't gotten around to commenting on it earlier. As you know, I have a great fondness of the blending of words and the natural world, and your poem hits this mark. In particular, I like how the narrator observes the changes around her, and in the closing lines, "I'm still waiting for the powder
on my wings to dry" she observes that change is ever-present. Indeed.

Indeed Thanks for stopping by, Comedian. I'm always flattered when one of the wordsmith's of Lit-net comment favorably on my sttufff. I like the natural world, too. It should be an ever-present part of us, I feel. I have to be honest and admit that I don't really want to be inconvenienced, but I do feel keenly that I am also too separate from it.

I live in a city that has sort of browbeat nature into submission. I miss the fields that were near my house, the fact that we had actual backyards and the fences were those little wire ones, not the menacing privacy fences so ubiquitous in Texas. I miss wading barefoot in a creek.

Funny isn't it, that when we write about change,we always want it to be change for the better. But that isn't always the case.