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Monday, July 2, 2012

Morning After

In the dark of night
under mosquito netting
in my jungle bed
I hear soft thuds and thumps
of flying things
in my room.
I close my eyes
and sleep.
In the morning
a man comes
to clean my room
tuck up the netting 
and sweep.
In his dust pile
I find the wings
of a green-banded Urania.
So much beauty
should not be
swept aside.
I ask if I may keep 
the butterfly.

    This is not the first time  I have searched the morning sweepings for colorful specimens.  I had a good selection of pink months one summer when I attended a writers retreat at Wild Acres in North Carolina.  Isn't the iridescent blue and the green bands pretty?  What other things can you think of that are blue?  Try writing a blue poem today.  Oh, I'm getting hungry for blueberry pie just thinking of blue.  Have fun.

3 comments:

  1. Oooh... Wild Acres! Isn't that the one up in Little Switzerland? I have often thought of applying for their residency program.

    Did you love it??

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  2. Joy,
    A sad one. I could feel your sense of loss and desire to pay tribute to such a beautiful specimum. I think you've accomplished that. Well done.

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  3. Beautiful poem and yes, there is a sense of beauty and loss. Carol

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