born to eat, to spin, to fly
the lone caterpillar begins her predestined ascent
heights to which she will soar dare not be dreamed
steady on the branch beneath her
tiny feet her only transport for now
Reflection spawned at Cafe Writing
Photo by Therese Chase
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Flight
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4 comments:
beautiful poem... walla walla wa is not very far from cda, idaho... it is now snowing cats and dogs... spring is napping...
Hey, nice to have a neighbor "reading" - come back again.
Your word choice is really interesting such as "tiny feet"; it makes not only the butterfly stand out but the line itself as well. I don't know why; it's unusual but I really like it. :) Lovely piece.
How nice - thank you.
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