PHOTO PROMPT © Marie Gail Stratford
As the wind whispers, a butterfly hovers and I ponder
Will it know that there’s no more nectar?
That the sultry weather, made the flower falter?
And I sway and sweat in the veranda
A moment of tangency, for us three
The butterfly, the flower and I
I close my eyes, asking all the whys
The flower’s dead, the mocha butterfly and I sigh
Situation so fragile, a day so blissful
As I flicker my eyelashes
Widen my pupils, forget all battles
We’re all separated, what’s the fuzz?*
(c) ladyleemanila
* Triquatrain form
For: 23 February 2018 Friday Fictioneers, Bonus Wordle “Moment of Tangency”
19 responses to “Friday Fictioneers – Butterfly, flower, I”
I like the second verse, and the line – “the buttery, the flower and I”.
I enjoyed reading this.
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thanks, James 🙂
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Loved it thanks
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pleasure, Dahlia 🙂
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Hmmmm. Nice poem!
Just a thought. WE can kid ourselves about being separate but forget we are actually connected – eg. the food chain.
Just saying!
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thanks for the thought 🙂
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💐
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Excellent!
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thank you! 🙂
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I enjoyed that poem. Thank you.
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thanks, Penny 🙂
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What’s the fuzz, indeed. This is a lovely poem.
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thank you, granonine 🙂
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thank you, Meenal 🙂
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Wow Wow. Excellent story in poetry. Loved it 🙂
Cheers
MeenalSonal from AuraOfThoughts
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An instant favorite, lovely
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thank you very much! 🙂
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Tangency – a lovely word
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thanks, Neil 🙂
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