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The Choice
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Crowned Poem, English Poetry |
Flee, flee, fair buttterfly –
Brush past the edge
Of this cactus-congested world,
Infested with crows and cats;
Beware, lest their pecks and scrats,
Graze your frail wings.
And yet, had I the choice,
I’d rather that my life would be,
An eye-twinkle sparkle like yours,
Than a gaping glint like theirs.
Kusum,
beautiful. A lightness of language for profound thought and a little sadness.
“Of this cactus-congested world,
Infested with crows and cats;” –
“I’d rather that my life would be,
An eye-twinkle sparkle like yours,” – I like the sounds as much as the words.
However, don’t be too hard on the poor cats 🙂
Gion
Beautiful delighting poem & poetry.
Liked immensely the idea, depiction & artistry
Kudos
Kusum,
Simple,profound. Butterflies have always been a
personal symbol for me. They are fascinating creatures . ,Let life have no glints but a lot of sparkle …
sarala
Kusum,
The tender touch of profound lightness and opposed wisdom.
Grand
sarala
An elegant and meaningful poem, Kusum G.
Liked it very much.
Dear friends,
Thanks a lot for your very substantial comments.
Its amazing how these frail beautiful creatures like butterflies survive and thrive against other mighty & violent creatures including humans in this universe & add a charm to our life like a jewel of a dew/rain-drop or an evanescent rainbow.
Kusum
That is indeed a beautiful poem! The desire to live a spirited and beautiful life as opposed to just existing is so well penned! Truly, life deserves to be lived in it’s full form!
Superb take…poems with such real poetics are making poetry alive today. Great poetry.