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Click hereTwo Monarchs flew across my beach
fluttering overhead....
just out of reach
I read the trails they left in the air
sometimes confused.... but often amused
the deeper they flew into my world
below my canvas of brilliant blue
I realized their own......
reasons for being here too
as the season ended...
they flew away
dropping me in a cabbage patch
waiting for the caterpillars
to bloom and grow just as they...
i loved your context, use of word, and the word structure itself, i found myself, somewhere between toes dipped in sand, and open fields awaiting dreams.. (just leavin my peaches) *winks*
just because this inspired my little metaphor...and it was about butterflies..and besides blue...thats one of my favorite things..smile oh and *agrin* just back at you...
natures contrast with our own, this poem is not the traditional style of sandspike <grin> but still had the spice that made this a very nice poem.
"I read the trails they left in the air
sometimes confused.... "
perfect description.
Get an illustrator and make this into a children's book.
I am not kidding. Go do it. what are you waiting for?Chop chop before my kids get too old.
~annaswirls
No voting?
I feel deprived;
it's at least a "5"
A vivid picture here painted
of your Monarchs soaring overhead...