Crop Circle Prayers

Crop Circle Prayers

A Poem by Butterfly Effect ~
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Shag Carpet & God

"

 

sitting indian style on my worn green shag carpet

tracing my prayers in the nap with my fingertips

I form my very own crop circles   

crop circle prayers

but my prayers are no mystery

to you anyhow

do you ever tire of the many mazes i create to keep my distance from you?

running circles

scissors in hand

cutting you out of my life

at my will

hardly ever yours is done

 

but 'this' is nice, huh?

just you and me

not running from

but rather to

your will

 

my old green shag carpet is tickling my toes

then you find me and pull me from my self made crop circles

and point me towards home...

 

~ Butterfly Effect ~

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 2009 Butterfly Effect ~


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This is really good and clever of you to use the crop circle metaphor. We always seem to do whatever we want without a thought to God. ( cutting you out of my life at will ) I have to keep reading this because there's a lot here to take in even though it's a short poem. You've really crafted this well by putting in so much in so few words. This is one of my favorites for sure. Great job.

Posted 15 Years Ago


Very well done.. crop circles are such and interesting mystery and your poems works well with that idea

Posted 15 Years Ago


Dear Butterfly Effect,

Very nice. You cutting someone out of your life and that same someone pulling your out of yourself. Yep, I bet that is nice. I know someone very close like you. Been there. Done that. I understand.

It's nice when someone points you towards home.

Best regards,

Rick

Posted 15 Years Ago



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