Butterflies and Theories

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Butterfly flying about the colonial garden. Whitall House, Red Bank Battlefield. ©️Merril D. Smith, 2020

Look, there!

A butterfly

flits from bloom to bloom, she

flaps her wings, and you stand still

watching–

thus, missing the snake in the grass

who slithers by unseen.

No step, no bite-

random

           

changes,

chaos theory,

nothing predetermined–

the comet races by, but still

you see

the comma tail, inviting a

sequence. What will come next?

So, you wonder,

what if?

 

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A snake slithered across the path in front of me at Red Bank Battlefield Park.

 

I decided to have a bit of fun with Colleen’s poet choice challenge,which must be some sort of syllabic poetry. I wrote a double butterfly cinquain to joke about the butterfly effect. 😏

I’m also linking this to dVerse’s Open Link Night, which of course, was last night, but that’s how I roll these days.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

After the Storm

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After the storm–a world in a puddle

 

Under

and upside-down,

there is another world

of trees and clouds. A different sun

shimmers,

illuminating this dream-place,

ephemeral, lasting

a brief wind-kiss,

then gone.

 

For today’s NaPoWriMo, Day 9 prompt to write a shape poem. This is a butterfly—two cinquains that are merged into a butterfly shape (but not actually two cinquains). I hope that also works for Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday challenge.

Some people know I’m a bit obsessed with reflections. 😏

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Peace Clock

Jane Dougherty issued a butterfly cinquain poetry challenge a while ago. I’m a beat behind, Jane. Here’s my attempt, not quite accurate, since I added one syllable at the beginning and end. Oh well, still a nice shape.

This is in response to the man with the hair and all the hate-filled rhetoric.

One

Second

And one more now

Nudging the hands nearer

To midnight on the clock of doom.

Closer.

Remember how to count to ten?

One, two, three, and four–then

Deep breath in and

Out again.

Peace

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If you’ve never heard of The Doomsday Clock.