Let’s pull some forever out of a hat
mail a kind letter back to oneself
and sit again wisely where always sat
Allow tears to flow back into red eyes
and dream again of flying as a child
beyond cold gravity… blue skies
Let’s pull some forever out of a hat
mail a kind letter back to oneself
and sit again wisely where always sat
Allow tears to flow back into red eyes
and dream again of flying as a child
beyond cold gravity… blue skies
A perfectly lovely poem and photo. 🙂
Thank you, Scifi! Give LM a hug! 🙂
Will do 🙂 And likewise, treats to your parrots and hugs to your little dog. 🙂
What wonderful medicine your poem is thi morning. Thank you!
Thanks so much, Susan! I appreciate that! 🙂
Terrific poem Tom and photo too!
Thank you, Belinda! 🙂 Not so many insects out there these cooler days!
Wonderful verse! And beautiful wings.
Thank you, Jazz! Soar away from all the madness! 🙂
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Thanks, Jeremy! I did! 🙂
I like the thought in this, the eternal positive, let’s fly!
Yes, let’s fly! 🙂
Excellent!
Much appreciated, Ken! 🙂
I’m ready to go!
Awesome! 🙂
“Let’s pull some forever out of a hat…” lovely words! And photo! 🙂
Thanks much, Nicole! I like your last poem a lot too! 🙂
Beautiful and moving…thank you!
So glad you liked it, Carol! 🙂
I do! Just lovely!!!
Beautiful poem and capture, Tom!
Thanks, Donna, (who hangs around with those that soar)! 🙂
🙂
These are some of the still-lingering butterflies here, and it’s such a delight to see them in flight — or perhaps, like this one, resting and dreaming of flight.
Yes, some are still making a go of it! 🙂
Woww Tom, beautiful green colors! Amazing capture! 🙂
Thank you, Marcela! 🙂
“Mail a kind letter back to oneself …” I could use one, perhaps I’ll do that someday. The state of the world has me ground off, when I hear the first newscast of the day. Your Male Clouded Sulpher Butterfly expertly blends into his surroundings Tom.
Yes, Linda, i understand; it’s really getting even more disorderly, chaotic, and insane out there. People can really be mere programmed, unfeeling machines. But there are really nice people around too! 🙂
I think the nicer people are here in the blogosphere Tom. I’ve not encountered any ornery souls here since I arrived. The world is not a pretty place and I sure would think twice about bringing children into the world … it’s gonna get worse, not better. Just sign me Another Doomsayer
Wow! What a gorgeous creature! And the poem, gorgeous. I just delved back recently into my memory box to have emotions come flooding back from my childhood. What a nice coincidence to hear that in this poem. 🙂