Emotional imprints are difficult to erase. Like Ink smudged by rain, memories resurface unexpectedly – never meant to last, never meant to be remembered.
A reflection on the echoes that remain in what is fleeting.
Transformation is a gradual process. Some changes may appear sudden, even momentary, but truth often reveals itself slowly, shaped by situation, perspective, and frame of mind.
Franz Kafka´s Metamorphosis is deeply human. His protagonist may awaken transformed one morning, but the emotional and existential weight of the change unfolds over time.
This poem is not an interpretation of Kafka´s work, but a personal response to the prompt, “Chasing Butterflies”. It reflects on transformation in my own time – a movement from longing to awareness, from idealism to presence. Like butterflies, truths are sometimes elusive…. yet, unmistakable when they arrive.
April Poetry Writing Month – Day 2 Silence is never truly silent, and even the most innocent flowers can be both beautiful and toxic. There is a movement in everything — even within our mind. Breathe. Observe. Think meditatively.
Embrace the interconnectedness of all things and find solace in the understanding that, like snow and rain return to the earth, we too are part of a greater whole, and our journeys are intertwined with the rhythms of the natural world.