Butterfly flying about the colonial garden. Whitall House, Red Bank Battlefield. ©️Merril D. Smith, 2020
flits from bloom to bloom, she
flaps her wings, and you stand still
thus, missing the snake in the grass
who slithers by unseen.
No step, no bite-
the comet races by, but still
the comma tail, inviting a
sequence. What will come next?
So, you wonder,
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–a world in a puddle
there is another world
of trees and clouds. A different sun
illuminating this dream-place,
a brief wind-kiss,
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. 😏
like a kite, it flies
dancing with the clouds, and happy
to float along, joyful, sailing
high, to stay airborne we
This is a Butterfly Cinquain—to which I added a tail. I think it looks like a kite.
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.
And one more now
Nudging the hands nearer
To midnight on the clock of doom.
Remember how to count to ten?
One, two, three, and four–then
Deep breath in and
If you’ve never heard of The Doomsday Clock.