by UnderYourSpell
I had to struggle to open the cacoon of meaning in this poem. I agree with the first line; I don't understand the second line; I adore the third and forth line; I feel the sad reality of the fifth, sixth, seventh, and eighth lines especially the "creased, unfolded" which so dramatically conjures up the sad stillness of a failed struggle for life and beauty in the butterfly to imply the tragedy of an inability to realize love. Didn't you mean cocoon when you said chrysalis. The chrysalis is the butterfly's pupa that failed to break out in your poem.