Chelonia Mydas

A Poem by redzone

… poem #5..

Chelonia Mydas

It was midday,

and the sun had just eaten

the morning’s fog and rain.

Black birds and wrens

were having lunch

at the feeder,

and I am inking up this page

with words

pretending to be poetry.

It’s day 5 of poetry month

and I am stuck,

mired in murky metaphors

thick with images

of colorful butterflies

dancing on a Spring breeze.

But I am not sure

where I am going next?

Should my words sprout wings,

soar to snow covered peaks;

or perhaps swim

in deep ocean blue,

and, like Chelonia mydas,

eat green algae

and laugh

as Terns fly overhead.

As this day turns

from light to dusk,

and lights flicker in the sky,

I am a poet

loose in a world of pain,

wanting my words to

run wild with hope,

and touch your heart

with laughter.

Aztec Warrior/redzone 4.5.18

© 2018 redzone

Author's Note

....thanks for reading...

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Lydia Shutter

No pretending involved....your words ARE poetry. I saw the scene through your words! When colorufl butterflies dance on a spring breeze, the world is peaceful and kind. You can go where your words take you....and often it is to a multicolored stage where you are the star of the show. Yes, you do bring smiles and warm emotions with your words, Curt...and it is so "nice". Lydi**