Butterflies gravitate
towards pale blue
like my dress. They
know I will care
for them. Not put
them in a cage. Now
that you have released
them, I do hope
the butterflies will
forgive you, and your
washed out pink frock.
http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/
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.
Ha!!!! luv this. Happy Sunday Sara
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much love…
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Thanks, Gilllena!💜
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interesting…the line between taming and caring.
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Thanks, wyndolynne. Tenuous line at best.
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You took the image and told a poem story …. wonderful!!
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Thanks, Helen!
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Pale blue is definitely more forgiving and friendlier, Sara! Like it any day!
Hank
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Thanks, Hank!
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Always lovely to read you, Sara.
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Thanks, Sherry!
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Love the differences painted in your poem Sara! I agree blue is a freeing color to gravitate to.
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Thanks, Carrie!
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A moment in a long-standing sister-spat,
“Butterflies gravitate // towards pale blue // like my dress…. I do hope // the butterflies will // forgive you, and your // washed out pink frock.”
So there! So true to life.
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Thanks, Charley!
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I know there’s a metaphor in there somewhere!
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Okay, you find it.
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That’s telling her like it is, her and her washed out pink dress! Your words curled the paper! Loved it.
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Thanks, Bev!
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Love the whimsy of this – suits the image.
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Thanks, VJ!
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Welcome!
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Oh I needed the smiles this poem brought me today.
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Glad I could help, Susie.
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