Especially i just want to breathe
when air is getting dirtier
Especially i just want to see
when the world’s views are getting cloudier
Especially i just want to hear
when so few are really listening
Especially i want to smell
when so many just pass the flowers by
Especially i want to feel
when many are just indifferent
And most especially i want to live
beyond a cadaverous respectful comfort
I wish you the very best in achieving these things, Tom.
Thanks, Frank! It’s more like an unfolding, rather than an achievement. 🙂
Me too…especially!!! 🙂
Thanks! Like was said to Frank, it’s more of an unfolding, especially. 🙂
Yes indeed! 🙂
Lovely poem and unusual butterfly. 🙂
Thanks, Scifi. I hope that LM isn’t too wiped out from all of his birthday partying! 🙂
Every day is a party for LM! 😀
Wonderful poem and photo!
Thank you and continue to stay curious (as we are sure you will)! 🙂
Thanks, Scribe! They are somewhat rare but are seen now and then around these so-called parts. 🙂
All the “especiallies” resonate!
Interesting name for a butterfly – I’ve seen these but had not encountered the name, nor noticed the white marking. Though brown, the underside of the wings is a beautiful tapestry of shapes and variations of hue. Great image!!
They are beautiful from the top too! So good about those “especiallies”! 🙂
Great poem. So reflective of where we are heading. Interesting butterfly.
Thank you, Francis! It’s aquarium-cleaning day here today, so soon i’ll have to dive in! 🙂
Lovely post, friend
Thanks, Leyla! Your recent posts have been beautiful too! 🙂
I second that! Beautiful poem and photograph! 😊
Thanks, Sabine! Keep those boots muddy and never let them stay clean and unused! 🙂
That’s the plan! 😉
🙂 Perfect! My boots are in a big plastic bag in my car and they are muddy!
Love the butterfly and the verse, Tom.
Thanks, Sandy! 🙂 I had fun with both but most of all with the butterfly!
Wonderful words and photo, Thomas, kind regards Mitza
Thanks much, Mitza! 🙂 We sure hope that you are safe from any fires! The western U.S. is ablaze, (as they dismantle the Environmental Protection Agency and call global warming a hoax).
I hope you don’t have fire around your place, Thomas. Have a nice weekend, regards Mitza
I smiled to read that your boots are in the car. I have a plastic container in the trunk of my car with hiking boots and knee-high boots that will take on about anything. They help me remain comfortable — but it’s a different kind of comfort than in your poem!
Ha, yes, Linda, a different kind of comfort! 🙂 I have tripods in the car too, though they rarely are ever used.
I hope your butterfly gets what it wishes for … it’s too beautiful to have to suffer these indignities.
🦋 Just beautiful.