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A Poem:The Schmalzy Caterpillar

Updated on October 14, 2017
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Charmaine is a poet and freelance writer who offers a intuitive tarot reading service. She loves Thai food; new words; and love letters.

Somewhere there, is Swan's Star, home of the schmlazy caterpillar
Somewhere there, is Swan's Star, home of the schmlazy caterpillar | Source


Introduction

This is my first attempt in shaping my way to writing poetry or short stories for children.

This is a poem about a schmalzy caterpillar wanting to find its home.

I hope you will join me as I trip up and down during my experimental journey to the kingdom of the child.

Are you ready? Let’s go…


The schmalzy caterpillar and his many dancing feet
The schmalzy caterpillar and his many dancing feet | Source


The Schmalzy Caterpillar

Squidgy and voluminous,

blanketed by Stonehenge illuminous,

of yellow, lilac, sunset-orange,

lolly pink and sea breeze green sung.


One hundred pairs of little feet,

tap dancing a clickety-clack greet,

on the cigar shaped wobbles of dew,

xylophoning musical hues.


Trumpet sounds of salsa
Trumpet sounds of salsa | Source


Schmalzy caterpillar,

cries a flood of tears and trills,

plopping onto puddles below,

reflecting tales of woe.


He pulls out his straw trumpet,

forcing out a salsa tune to rump to it,

bringing in all the curious,

buzzing bees from the hollow previous.


Caterpillar's magical flying boat to Swan Star-home
Caterpillar's magical flying boat to Swan Star-home | Source


Bees knees drizzle honey droplets

with ease into the trumpet’s facial pocket,

soothing the schmalzy sobbing tear stained throat,

while he gazes lustfully as he flies to Swan Star, in his magical boat.


Multilayers of soft powder blue dances with silver stardust,

running rings around Swan Star’s heavenly sky, till it busts.

Red morning glory sits on the lip,

giving rise to swooshes of magenta gold flame tips.


Stalagmites pierce through the steaming marshes,

each balancing a pulsating methane pouting orchid largess,

serving to fling schmalzy caterpillars,

to the valley of musk stick forests and juicy green rivers.


Trumpet scales toot over the horizon,

calling from the valley of eternal relevance,

ready to ignite one’s internal shine,

dropping schmalzy for schmick once pined.


Unlocked the code of heart speak
Unlocked the code of heart speak | Source


Swan Star’s song dissolves,

the blindfold that hides one’s soul.

once the melody is heard,

the heart speak code is unlocked and stirred.

The schmalzy caterpillar was something that connected

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© 2017 Threekeys

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      Threekeys 5 weeks ago from Australia

      Hello Elijah, I don't know whether you are being gracious or sincere, but if you don't mind, I could do with accepting something positive and welcoming. Thank you for the softness. It is encouraging, for me. All the best to you, Elijah.

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      Elijah A Alexander Jr 5 weeks ago from Washington DC

      As a first, I'd say a job well done, you have talent.

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      Threekeys 5 weeks ago from Australia

      Awgh....thanks Gypsy Rose(smile).

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 5 weeks ago from Riga, Latvia

      Loved this poetry of the caterpillar. Could relate to the fellow.