by Kevin T McEneaney
Poems resemble winding caterpillars
plunging through high grass in unknown pastures
where they encounter prickly obstacles
that stimulates their growth to be transformed
into a butterfly that will flutter
in sunlight over myriad landscapes
on their way to ancestral commune.
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Like butterflies, poems must fly and migrate
to strange, secret places of origin,
while they flutter in the rhythms of winds
where they confront formidable weather
as swirling currents challenge their progress.
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The hue of a poet’s words resembles
the subtle shades of a butterfly’s wings….