Metamorphosis by Valerie Parente
Is this the beginning of the end
or the end of the beginning?
Because I’m still me
but my world is shifting
from the safety of a cocoon
to the wind that is whistling
and as my story unfolds
I wonder how much is scripted
because they say to spread my wings
and I’ve decided to listen
but only time will tell
if this is the end or the beginning.
– Valerie Parente (7-19-2026)
Luna Moth by Valerie Parente
Luna moth
come alive in the dark
nocturnal like the moon
at night, we embark.
Lime green
blend with the leaves
make me a home
out of willow trees.
Like phases
from waxing to waning
that cocoon chipped away
and who could blame it?
Spotted wings
like eyes watching
see through my soul
while you’re billowing.
Luna moth
you’ve become my art
I see myself in you
and the light you want.
– Valerie Parente (6-3-2021)
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