flutter by butterfly
dressed in wings of beauty, frail
he listened as she told her tale
his wings were strong and flattered by
the way that she had fluttered by
they didn’t see the windshield, splattered
she listened to his last words, sputtered
'fly like the wind though heart may fail'
she flew away with broken tail
Patricia Spreng
After finding this Spicebush Swallowtail managing her broken wings so beautifully, I caught the image and the story came quickly. I was delighted to find an actual form in the ending words of each line! By now, you know I have no head knowledge of poetry... just heart knowledge. So, I ask my learned poet friends... and you know who you are =) ... Is this a form? Does it have a name?
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awww...poor butterfly...you caught me off guard with the windshield...i love to watch them dance in the air...
ReplyDeletebeautiful rhyming post.. the picture is lovely, and ending lines, though sad, are inspiring ~
ReplyDeletepoor thing... got a few swallow tails this summer and their my favorite
ReplyDeleteOh, this is beautiful but very sad. I love butterflies.....
ReplyDeleteHi Patricia.... I must agree wiht the others, that is amazingly sad. But so imaginative.... I'm a native of Indiana so your photos of monarchs have special meaning to me, it's the very first (and most abundant) butterfly my father taught me about. I don't know formal poetry either, though often I incorporate my own forms into poetry, as my feelings warrant. Most of my forms are unique to just that one poem, which is what I think you have done here.. Although there are many popular forms chronicled in dusty old french journals that you can follow for a challenge, forms can also be whatever you make them. Write from your heart. Emily Dickinson never really followed the popular forms of her day, and she was shunned basically by her contemporaries. But then her metered, rhyming poetry rocked the 20th centruy, and still does. She's a rock star Patricia, and so are you... I know that you do have a couple of very interesting and different rhyming types, when used well they spice up a poem tremendously, as your did..... If you like you can follow this link.... Rhymes...
ReplyDeletePoor butterfly went splat, suppose it's better than being eaten by the cat..haha
ReplyDeleteOh and I rhyme all the time, no idea the name of the chime..haha
Pat, this is sad, beautiful and inspiring.
ReplyDeleteA tragic tale...lends human emotion and personification to even the smallest creature...nice work.
ReplyDeletei like how the image inspired you...and sometimes we still are able to fly even with a broken wing...
ReplyDeletesuch love and beauty in both word and photo...breathtaking.
ReplyDeletetouching piece, lovely use of image ~ Rose
ReplyDeleteI have no clue Patricia, but I love it just the same. You always make me smile!
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