Where Have All The Butterflies Gone?
I can't remember if this has been on this Blog or not. However, in keeping with the theme that seems to have emerged ~ I hereby wonder: where have all the butterflies gone?
Where have the butterflies gone?
Were they spun off into tomorrow?
Were they swallowed by the dawn,
As the sky turned bright and yellow?
Were they lost behind a cloud?
Were they called to dress the dead?
A quivering, golden, shroud,
Sewn of gilded, fragile thread.
Were they just too much of a cliché,
Too happy, bright and brief,
Dissolved into the salt sea spray
A platitude of blissed relief?
Did they all go out against the moon
With a spatting, sizzling sound?
Were they gathered in a word balloon?
Were they found to be profound?
Did the faeries just flat wear them out
In a rodeo of wings?
Were they supped up by a hungry trout
Whose belly now flutters and sings?
Where have the butterflies disappeared?
Did you even know they were gone?
Or is it just as I always feared . . .
You greet this news with a yawn
“What use were butterflies anyway?
Just a vaporous moment of wings
So the world’s grown a little more grey . . .
One becomes accustomed to things”
©Edwina Peterson Cross
posted by Unknown @ 8:48 AM
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Dear Winnie,
Yes I do have your poem "Where have all the Butterflies Gone"it is in my book of collected soul food poems ,quite a fat book now over the years................
--- MY POEM----
Those Butterflies have'nt gone down
they've landed here in Port Melbourne town.
When the sky turned yellow
they made us feel strong
We could fight the tree cutters
for this was their holiday home
We need them and the birds
The bees,catipillars and bugs,the possums and all little dogs
The trees are important to all of our lives
To take up the poisons and smoke, they give us the air that we breathe
So here they all be those butterflies and me
We fight and hold on to look at the moon
through the trees long ago
planted,
By many an ancestor who came from the sea
To live in this country they thought would be free.
We will try hard to keep that grand dream alive
As we join with the butterflies
and the bees in their hive.
Lois (Muse of the Sea) 1/7/05
Well Lois, I think I am going to have to lend you my "Tree Hugger" shirt! Or maybe Lezlie's T-shirt that has the Lorax on it. "I am the Lorax, I speak for the trees." Do you know that book by Dr. Seuss? If you don't, be sure you find a copy and read it soon.
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