I took the picture of this butterfly on my rosebush beside the house. Shortly after, I came in to write a poem about it because I thought I had a clear vision of what I wanted to write. As soon as I got started, I struggled to say what I wanted. The poem and my thoughts kept running away from the poem I had formulated in my mind until I simply stopped writing at the end of the sixteen lines below. A couple of days later, I looked at the fragmented thoughts in verse, changed a few words, and thought, "Maybe that is not so bad if I say it is fragmented thoughts." The title is Wordsworth-worthy. I don't know about the poem. Here is what I ended up with. Tell me what you think. ENJOY!
Fragmented Thoughts After Watching a Butterfly
A butterfly’s a scrap of a light divine,
A feather shed from denizens of heaven,
A bit of trash swept from the golden shine
Of streets whose names are known but never given.
Alighting on a leaf, it gives its power,
Enhancing blooms, augmenting paradise,
And slows the movement of the sun an hour
So that we see no difference with our eyes.
He’s lured in by the rose, a blushing maiden.
She offers him the nectar of her love.
The butterfly’s weak mind is overladen.
He flutters to more tepid blooms above.
The myrtle flower seems a fitter bride,
A simple blossom that’s less liquored up.
He slips into her stigma from the side
And let’s his pollen fall into her cup.
Yes! I did get some cherry cobbler! And I did get to eat most of it over about a week. Kellie ate some, but not much. I think Sarah might have gotten one serving. Anyhow, the cherries are now all gone from the tree, and here is a poem that I wrote on the relief I felt from the observation of their absence. Unlike the poem above that I mulled over for several days and a couple of sittings without much satisfaction, this one took about five minutes, and, while I admit to changing a word or two as I looked at it today, it is not much different than the original thought.
The Cherries Are All Gone
Though May has been a fruitful month,
The cherries are all gone.
We’ve picked and pitted, boiled and baked,
And feel our job is done.
To finches flitting in the tree,
The cherries are all gone.
You’ve eaten nearly half of them.
Your gorging days are done.
A sunflower sprouts up through the limbs
Where cherries are all gone.
Its seeds will soon be feeding birds
Whose fruiting days are done.
I dreamed last night of sagging trees
Whose cherries dragged the lawn.
I was so glad to wake and find
The cherries are all gone.
I don’t know what next year will bring.
The cherries are all gone.
Maybe the tree will bear again
Thank God, for now, it’s done.
Oddly enough, to me, I have had no one email me about our book, Essential Words. I don't know if my blog readers and friends are buying the book at Lulu.com, but I'm not being asked to sign any. I have copies available. Email me at mbt1966@yahoo.com, and I will get you a copy some way or the other. Here is what the book looks like.
Catch you later! As always ENJOY!
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