Selected Scenery

I walk along as a butterfly

 bobs up and down just beyond myself, 

up and down, down along my path,

but it is only a leaf, dead, brittle, 

now crumpling beneath

 my sauntering feet.

I keep walking along,

scouring up and down,

I keep searching for meaning 

in natural,

selected

scenery.

Author's Note

This is a version of a poem I found in my journal the other week. I don't know why, but I initially didn't like it back when I originally wrote it. Now, a year or so later, have changed my mind and decided to revamp it. But, as always, any feed back is welcome!

Reviews

[LukewarmLollipop]

Interesting poem! i don't know if this is how you intended, but my take on it is that we tend to overlook or reach for things that arent there (seeing a butterfly in a leaf), without bothering to look closer. Our world isn't so nature focused, it's always go go go. Another example of why I interpreted it this way is the whole end bit about "natural selected scenery", as in we choose to see some, but not it all. Anyways, I could be completely off but that was how I interpreted it. I really like this poem, and it has a good flow to it, nothing seems choppy or uneven. :) good work!

[Kibbles and Quips]

Hey! Thank you so much! And, you're pretty spot on, actually. I happened up on this in my notebook and was actually an abandoned poem back then. But upon reading it again, I took a liking to it and revamped it. I am so glad you enjoyed it! Thanks, again!

[LukewarmLollipop]

Well thank you for the good read :)

[Deandra Dawn]

Last stanza was my favorite, especially when you say "selected scenery." I really did love this. We all go through life searching for something. Thanks for sharing!

[Kibbles and Quips]

Thank you, friend! The last stanza is where I can definitely recognize the poem I envisioned - the tangible version of the idea. I am still tinkering around with the rest, though. Regardless, I am so happy you loved it! Thanks for reading!

[Dr. YumnaKay]

Indeed we do still search for meaning in this world, wanting to realize for hat we are here. Nice reading it :)

[Kibbles and Quips]

Thanks for reading! I am quite happy you enjoyed it! It was kind of funny (in hindsight, of course) that the original version of this poem was the first thing I was writing in my (then) brand new journal. I subconsciously wanted to break it in with something good and was scouring the horizons and foreground for something good to write about, for an ounce of inspiration. Not finding anything worthwhile, and on my way to class, I just began writing the seemingly random words dripping out of my mind about my frustration at what I was doing and the melodramatic connotations I felt I was searching for.

[Dr. YumnaKay]

Well I think our random thoughts are the best when written on paper
You are most welcome ☺

[V]

Very good choice of words and flow. Reads nicely and smooth.

[Kibbles and Quips]

Thank you very much for reading! And for reviewing, too!

[Kibbles and Quips]

Oh, and the flow, that's still something I am tinkering with. I want it to read smooth in the beginning, disjointed in the middle, and trickle off in the end. Kind of like a rhythmic metaphor for a leaf bobbing and riding a breeze.

[V]

That's a nice note on it, thank you for sharing. I really like your explanation. And you're welcome.