Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Poem

Butterfly

Constantly changing direction,

a living yellow leaf with a mind of its own

albeit a small one, never made up,

always about to alight

on a leaf, on a bud, on a stem,

here, then there,

on wings too big to be subtle

she’s off again, not knowing where,

as if she can’t decide.

Perhaps having been so recently

a worm, she’s afraid to place her feet

on any solid ground again,

like a brand new angel.

13 comments:

  1. Hi Mr BBM,
    that's a great thought...
    They are so illusive and difficult to ever photograph.
    But perhaps she can't stop as she knows she has only a matter of hours to live her whole life in...

    Happy Days

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  2. I use a butterfly in my meditations ...because they live for a day ...like me....

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  3. B&B...you captured a butterfly beautifully!
    ~AM

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  4. A lovely thought to start my day - thank you.

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  5. That is just beautiful B&B.......beautiful.
    You are so gifted :)

    Steady ON
    Reggie Girl

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  6. Awwwwww BB.....that's lovely :)

    xxx

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  7. As you can tell from my avatar, I LOVE butterflies. What an accurate description you have penned today - thanks!

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  8. What a nice way to start my day! Thanks for sharing! :)

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  9. That is a wonderful poem - full of beautiful imagery.

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  10. After reading your butterfly poem, it's time to flutter off and do something else. This thing? No, that thing! No, that thing over there.

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  11. BB, I have left you a little something over at my 'joint'....come get it please!

    xxx

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  12. Beautiful, you. Just beautiful.

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