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It occurs that the best works are those that one's readers come back to, ever again. Also, those that hold high drama, suspense, beauty and danger. The conflicts of life, as it were. So here I am, yet once again, to think of the impossibility of both--the caterpillar and the butterfly. ^^
Thank you for coming to the defense of the voracious caterpillar, which will transform its appetite into a singular thing of beauty, even at the expense of the sheltering garden. Also, for giving us a metaphor that is quite subtly applied to the ladies in this world. I'm fortunate. I've loved both gardens and butterflies, and have always forgiven the caterpillar (except for that one season when the tomato "worms" declared a preference for all my beautiful, heavy, ripe, tomato plants) recognizing that such a frail thing of beauty was, in fact, deceptively strong enough to earn the Universal Titles of Beauty and Infinity.
A twist of life, smiles wide, and observations giving birth to so much message and form shared, you gave me reason to walk the garden this am. Best day you can find.. Walt
Deborah: Just this morning I saw our stripped plants where butterflies are born. They were gone from there but now circled our backyard flowers in yellow, blacks and orange. There's is a brief and hazardous life. Windshields become their funeral pyre. I love them. You do too, and your description is sending me outside again to watch them one more time. Thank you, Dale
Deb, I liked the visual description. Home in the garden, the metamorphosis of the caterpillar into butterfly. Yet with fickle nature, and change of seasons... there is still the hope that the caterpillar will return next year... and do more damage. LOL. Greg
Deborah,
life and love are both very fickle indeed. We never know when fate will throw us into a black- hole ending and all we can do is make the best of what we have while waiting for our eyes to be opened so we can survey the beautiful beginning of a bright new sunrise.
Wonderful write.
Nancy
I like fickle butterfly because the first part talks about the Butterfly has come and gone that's got a good meaning to it. And the last part says Yes, it's mayhem in the garden, but still I long for Butterfly's return.
I like this poem for when I read it this poem was very good and I still think I that your telling what your saying in this poem.
After reading your's and Gina's comments to each other, I understand the meaning. But even without the meaning, it's a great poem. I can see a butterfly, flitting it's wings as the breeze catches it and takes it to far away places. I love this poem, just like that, but with the hidden meaning, it makes me long to see my daughter again! Visits are too few and far between!
Gentle and breezy, yet complex enough to get one looking deeper into this. I love the mixed feelings I got, thinking of the the excitement of moving ahead, mixed with the longing to look back, like one's own personal journey.
I am a butterfly momma look at my wings, I was transformed to fly, I have to test my wings, I must fly, fly above the cars, fly above my fears, fly above the pain, I am a butterfly momma, see I had to go but I will be back, my sense of direction is improving as a matter of fact.
This is written with such a subtle and gentle hand that one could almost be fooled into thinking that it is just about a butterfly. The difficulty of watching what we love struggle with life and search for unattainable perfection can cause much grief and havoc but it is preferable to not having them at all....many layered and ironic...some of my favorite things in poetry.
I get a feeling that this is one of those poems that have more than one meaning... -ponders- I'd read into it, but sometimes that destroys good art, and I consider this good art.
In time as a consent we search for beauty and understanding. From the mind we create reason, teach truths from the soul we write poetry for the world to enjoy. Hidden message and image, but pretty words that leave sound and creativity. You have both but I like the later...Walt
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