Take wing -
Take heed -
Find the wind that leads you forward -
Take care –
Take stock -
Your journey ahead is marked by what it is you have left behind you after all this time -
Protection –
Hardly worn yet battered by the breezes, shaken yet never torn from where it stood among the trees -
You emerged anew as a child born again -
Take flight -
Take care -
Be gone now and follow the slow arc of the Earth towards your destination-
Take wing –
Farewell!
I was looking around,
And found something flying,
Something fluttering around.
It was an orange butterfly!
Like a little girl,
I chased it
And saw where it went.
After the orange butterfly
Flew high in the sky,
I wondered about that butterfly,
About its life,
How it all grows
To being a pretty one.
I also realized that everything changes,
Not only in the butterfly,
But also in me.
Are changes good?
Are changes bad?
I have to find out for myself.
Constant change is here to stay.
New Post: #NPM2012: Prompt 9: photo: ferran pestaña Everything’s always changing. Everything. # http://t.co/6EZ8LdCi by @budtheteacher
#NPM2012: Prompt 9 via Bud the Teacher – photo: ferran pestaña Everything’s always changing. … http://t.co/tHjMu94M
Take wing -
Take heed -
Find the wind that leads you forward -
Take care –
Take stock -
Your journey ahead is marked by what it is you have left behind you after all this time -
Protection –
Hardly worn yet battered by the breezes, shaken yet never torn from where it stood among the trees -
You emerged anew as a child born again -
Take flight -
Take care -
Be gone now and follow the slow arc of the Earth towards your destination-
Take wing –
Farewell!
The podcast: http://cinch.fm/dogtrax/poetry-podcasts/420289
The screencast of me writing the poem: http://youtu.be/KnbimxRT3Qs
Kevin Hodgson´s last [type] ..Dear Librarian (at my son’s school): Remember the Books
#NPM2012: Prompt 9 #academics http://t.co/CWeUEssD
I stooped to spy
A butterfly,
And stuck a thistle
In my thumb.
Beheld mine eye,
The insect guy,
Then gave a whistle,
Thumb felt numb.
In stumbling, I
Impaled my thigh,
Upon the thistle,
Then, my bum.
Expansive sigh,
And then did die,
From toxic thistle,
I succumb.
Andrew Forgrave´s last [type] ..#NPM2012 Day09: Life ReCycle
I love this. The laughter it prompted and visual effects generated in my overactive imagination were joy to my ribs.
I was looking around,
And found something flying,
Something fluttering around.
It was an orange butterfly!
Like a little girl,
I chased it
And saw where it went.
After the orange butterfly
Flew high in the sky,
I wondered about that butterfly,
About its life,
How it all grows
To being a pretty one.
I also realized that everything changes,
Not only in the butterfly,
But also in me.
Are changes good?
Are changes bad?
I have to find out for myself.
Danya,
Beautiful work!
I didn’t go for a metamorphosis theme, or talk about the beauty of nature. I took my inspiration from Ray Bradbury’s story – “A Sound of Thunder”.
The Butterfly Effect
If a fluttering wing
Can change a timeline –
Or treading on a
Single butterfly
Forever alters
The course of humanity
Imagine what a
Word can do.
butterfly
promises of spring
on a wing and a prayer
whispering hope, love
writin4change´s last [type] ..The continual conversation… how do we teach kids to monitor and moderate?
#NPM2012: Prompt 9 http://t.co/G4XCCtAm more beautiful photos to prompt April poetry
[...] ~This poem was inspired by this picture. [...]
is it ok to giggle w this one? as a compliment of course!
I JUST bought a pair of butterfly earrings, so I’m doubly inspired:
discs of ethereal yellow
dangle from my ears
etched with wings of delicate shape that might flutter away