The Good Fight

Like all poets,
I watched a butterfly land on a flower,
my butterfly's flower went limp,
sending the bitterfly to the ground.
Wings spred at first,
but then closed.
The colors when he closed
still just as beautifull
as when opened.
The butterfly flew back into the air,
once again exposing the
beautiful open inside.
and landed on another flower.
Same.
The flower went limp,
and he closed.
Still beautifull.
He continued his endevor
with the same results.
All he wanted was some necter,
but was continualy denied.
Hanging on to these flowers
as they drug the ground,
he continued to
Try,
and remained beautifull
Always denied,
he still kept
Trying,
and remained beautifull.

Reviews

[Adrian K. Smith]

I sometimes chase butterflies out in left field, but the potential meanings for this piece are both jovial and sad. Many may go straight for the trying to find love, but they would be missing out on trying to find just the right word to come next in something you are writing - they would miss out on trying to buy a new car - they would miss out on the simple fact of desire and wanting something, remaining true to oneself - remaining beautiful...

Or it could have just been a case of taking a break and watching a butterfly....