Quote of the day:
Metamorphosis has always been the greatest symbol of change for poets and artists. Imagine that you could be a caterpillar one moment and a butterfly the next. -Louie Schwartzberg
The butterfly effect came to mind when writing this piece. The idea of a small cause having a large effect -basically cause and effect. A lone butterfly flew in through my window and decided to stay, hence the idea behind this poem.
What happens when a butterfly flies
Celestially through an open window?
On a hot summer day
Surely a sight for sore eyes
Wings flapping dexterously
Establishing a unique pattern of movement
Both lucid and implausible to the eye
Like a performance by Khatia Buniatishvili
My scrutiny intensifies, and my eyes cognizant
Watching it float across the room
It perched nearby showing off its colours
A dance to secure its rhythm and dominance
What happens when a butterfly flies
The small cause and effect of sudden appearance
Poised to unlock a hidden door to another life
Small change and different outcome despite its size
What significance does it bring forth though?
A possibly prelude, a ripple effect, answers to life
Half way across the world in distant lands
The precision of hopeful wings aglow.
Don't you desire to be a butterfly for a day
To be free to view the world from a vantage point
To glide and weave through obstacles with little or no effort
To be consistent in a world in disarray.
But what a dream, which is far from reality
I am neither a butterfly nor is a butterfly me
What happens when a butterfly flies
It conquers alone
It is not at fault
Perched high and away from prying eyes
Have a nice week!
Peace. Love. Light*
Current Listen: Nina Simone -I Put a Spell on You
41 Comments
beautiful poem and I don't think I have ever had a butterfly come in the house.. I call them flying flowers and they do lift the spirits for a moment
ReplyDeleteA thought-provoking poem. On the eighteenth line should the word be "possible" rather than "possibly"? Just curious that's all.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful and thought-provoking poem. I have always been fascinated by butterflies and the process that transforms them. I love to watch them in my garden. :)
ReplyDelete~Jess
Nice! A butterfly is like the gentlest of breezes or a wisp of a dream.
ReplyDeleteThey sure fly all their own, creating what they will when flown.
ReplyDeleteI love butterflies, they are so pretty.
ReplyDeleteVery nice, well done.
ReplyDeleteJust got a flash memory. I think from a television program. Something about a story where a little girl fell asleep and dreamed she was a butterfly. When she woke up she couldn't remember whether she was a girl dreaming about being a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming about being a girl. Butterfly weather today.
ReplyDeleteI love the emphasis on certain words. Butterflies are amazing little things. Always so fun to watch. I don't think I know anyone who dislikes them.
ReplyDeleteHello, lovely poem. I think I would enjoy being a butterfly for a day. I just bought a few plants hopefully to attracts some butterflies to my yard. Happy Monday, enjoy your new week!
ReplyDeleteButterflies do have an interesting perspective but when I've sat and watched them, they never fly in a straight line - the flit and flutter, undecided as to the direction to take. First one way then back then at a right angle then up and down. They are definitely without limits and enjoy flight.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem. Butterflies are such delicate creatures and so pleasing to watch. If you've never been to a butterfly garden, I highly recommend it. Enjoy your day!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! Thank you so much for sharing this!
ReplyDeleteMost lovely.
DeleteHave a fabulous week. ☺
This is lovely and thought-provoking. I like butterflies (and dragonflies!).
ReplyDeleteSuch a lovely poem, darling friend, thank you for sharing it today !
ReplyDeleteWishing you a most lovely new week,
I'm sending blessings across the many miles
XOXO Dany
Muito lindo!Adorei! abraços,chica
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful and thought provoking poem, I love butterflies...
ReplyDeleteNot many butterflies here up north, but I know they are untouchable cuz when you touch their wings, they will die. ^.^.
ReplyDeleteI need to read this again when i am not so tired
ReplyDeleteLovely post! Have a great week!
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed the poem.
ReplyDeleteLove Nina Simone music ...your current listen
All the best Jan
What a lovely poem. It would be interesting to be a butterfly for a day. I love watching them when I see them.
ReplyDeleteHave a wonderful week!
How unusual for a butterfly to enter a house. I've never seen that happen but it's great inspiration for the poem. Love it!
ReplyDeleteI had a a butterfly inside last night :)
ReplyDeleteNice poem, Blogoratti! I can tell your little visitor intrigued and inspired you. To be free as a butterfly sounds nice but to live life as an insect wouldn't be too good. :D Thanks for popping over to dance with me! Have a good week!!
ReplyDeleteThe idea that a butterflies seemingly insignificant flap of wings can eventually have such a major impact speaks to the fact that even in our smallest acts of kindness to others (offering a cup of cold water, a smile, a word of encouragement) can have a never-ending ripple effect in this world.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, reflective, imaginative poem!
Blessings!
i love that song. i enjoy the idea. shedding and starting over ... and over. when ever you might decide to do so. ( ;
ReplyDeletesuch a beautiful poem
ReplyDeletehave a nice day
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Charming what you have so artfully woven here. Thank you for this joy.
ReplyDeleteI love the image of a butterfly flying through an open window and where you go with that. Wonderful poem. :) Erika
ReplyDeleteTime spent watching butterflies fly by is not time wasted. Time not spent enjoying the beauty as they go about their business is time wasted.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed your poem, Blogorati. It caused me to smile and to feel at peace. And yes...I wouldn't mind at all being a butterfly for a day (or more) dancing from flower to flower, without a care. :)
Dear Mr. Blogoratti, what a lovely talent you have...such a pretty poem. Thank you so much for sharing it with us...and for coming by. My Mr. Sweet had to go back in the hospital this day...we are worried as his seizures are getting worse. Please send healing thoughts his way. Thank you....
ReplyDeleteLove butterflies - beautiful poem :)
ReplyDeleteVery beautiful poem.
ReplyDeleteDon't remember a butterfly entering my home, but I well remember the butterflies at the Valley of Butterflies in the greek island of Rhodes ; a magnificient sight!
ReplyDeleteYour lovely poem takes me back to the versatility of color, the virtuosity and freedom of movement that these tiny creatures have exhibited, and makes me wish I have the chance to see them often and admire them.
So beautiful! Love your vocabulary too!
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@Everyone: Thanks for your comments, really all appreciate the feedback!
ReplyDeleteVivid and beautifully penned
ReplyDeleteAnemone
much love...
I so enjoyed fluttering around with this butterfly, though I did worry it might hit the wall. Ellen said something cute the other day on tv. She wondered what butterflies feel in their stomach when they get nervous. Maybe they get humans, lol.
ReplyDeleteSo beautifully written, a feast of visual imagery! Magical and inspiring work!
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