I stopped my bicycle to see
A tableau quite unknown to me
A butterfly, caught in between
The silver spokes of my machine
A winged sprite, now pacified,
It flittered, fluttered, finally died.
I then went on along the path,
Composing Nature's epitaph
The corpse flew out along the road
To rest in dust with bird and toad
And I went on, proceeding home
To think about and write this poem-
I close my eyes only to find
The same scene playing in my mind
Over and over, like an endless reel,
And I am the butterfly, caught in the wheel.
Author notes
I wrote this poem riding my bicycle from the library to my house after a butterfly flew through the spokes of my bicycle. I thought about what would happen if the butterfly got stuck there, and then this poem happened! Please tell me what you think.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day"
This poem has an amazing rhythm and flow! I really like the rhyme that you have used and the beauty of the imagery
the sentiment was beautifully expressed and I really enjoyed the ending, where the poem comes full circle.
Keep writing
Polly
P.S. The alliteration is awesome!
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I really love the way this poem flows. The image is so disturbing--not necessarily the physical image, but the awareness of thousands of tiny tragedies going unnoticed.
One problem I had with this, though, is your choice of wording in the line "A winged sprite, now pacified". Pacified has positive connotations (content babies, peace treaties, the ocean) and to apply it to this seems poor word choice to me.
Overall, I really really enjoyed this!
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