A poem has lost itself.
Lines are missing and words are jumbled
and the stanzas wobble on cloud high stilts.
It was all set to be scrunched until
sympathy was invoked and it was
folded into an origami beetle.
It walks through the kitchen door
looking for its missing lines
hoping to unjumble itself and find
its own solid footing under the big dipper
shining like forget me nots
caught in Godzilla’s fire.
~~~
Image found here: http://www.folders.jp/g/2002/0208.html
The above image is Satoshi Kamiya’s Samurai Helmet Beetle. It’s a work of genius, and my origami nemesis. But I’ll fold it, one day.
NaPoWriMo day 25. This machine writes poetry. And likes Godzilla references.
Golden Giraffes Riding Scarlet Flamingos Through The Desert of Forever 
Fold mind
Fold sound
Find word
Sharp lines
Open, closed
Tip of tongue
Held between lips
This way
Then that way
Frozen form flows
Into paper.
Super charming. Your origami is pretty great, even without the beetle. K.
Great Poem! I can identify!