Written for: Sunday Muse #79

Silver spaceman I, robot,
cloaked in this suit
to disguise my reality.
Most could not handle
the real me, except
for a fascinated butterfly
insect who attaches
to my helmet and studies
the complex iron bars
behind human normality’s
mask.
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I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.
This is a beautiful and wise capturing of the photo Sara! That last line is a powerful one! I love this!
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Thanks, Carrie!
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Now I’m wondering if it’s a person or a robot under that helmet contemplating life.
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I’m afraid you will have to keep wondering.
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Interesting…it does leave me with the question of what the butterfly sees and who the speaker is.
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The speaker is the spaceman. We don’t know everything the butterfly sees.
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A brave butterfly- who knows no fear!
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Well, he can fly quickly!
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Indeed!
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I think the butterfly flutters in wonderment, trying to see what is behind the mask.
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and how much of the inside can he see?
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Right on! We humans do tend to have normality masks, don’t we?
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Thanks, Bev. Some masks don’t work as well as others. Some do not bother with masks.
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Oh, I love this, especially your ending.
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Thanks, Susie!
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Peering into the human psyche.
oh to fly
oh to be
free
as a flutterbee
I like thus Sara.
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I love “flutterbee”!
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