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Catching Butterflies

The black and orange dust comes off on my fingers revealing the fragile mesh so easily crushed therefore brave I was troubled the color was so loose so removable to my hand but even more at the transparency beneath Oh, don't go catching butterflies until you are prepared to see the underpinning delicate and clear where there is courage destructibility and fear

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Linda Alice Fowler

Date: 3/18/2024 11:35:00 AM

I enjoyed this one very much Elizabeth. I didn't want to catch them by the wing after the first time I saw that fragility. :)

Silpika Kalita

Date: 3/17/2024 7:31:00 AM

Wonderful with the realistic essence and with depth analysis with effortless flow. Regards

Beata Agustin

Date: 2/17/2024 3:45:00 AM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Gary Radice

Date: 9/11/2023 1:46:00 AM

Time, I thought, for an Elizabeth McCann poem that makes me think; one that has more layers to it than first appears. You didn't let me down with this one. Great last stanza. Cheers - Gary

Jim Slaughter

Date: 6/24/2023 10:39:00 AM

I love to have one light on my hand, but I try never to "rub" one's wings. Great imagery, here, Elizabeth.

Jan Allison

Date: 6/19/2023 2:18:00 PM

what exquisite imagery Elizabeth and a reminder we should steer well clear of these beautiful creatures and let them dance on the wind:-) hugs Jan xx

Ann Peck

Date: 5/11/2023 2:18:00 PM

I love this, Elizabeth! It's so tender and caring.

Nancy Kaufman

Date: 5/7/2023 5:50:00 AM

ah such a potent and deep write by a very clever lady. enjoyed.

Gershon Wolf

Date: 5/2/2023 9:35:00 PM

Impressive impressions here, Elizabeth... and wise counsel! ~ Butterfly lover

Elizabeth Mccann
Date: 5/3/2023 3:42:00 PM

"We always hurt the one we love" was it the Platters? That's the tune in my ear. Good to hear from you, Gershon. Elizabeth

I Am Anaya

Date: 5/2/2023 10:05:00 AM

A fancy moth is what some say, ‘til they're taken aback by flair’s array Milkweed flowers in her garden Honeydew nectar a feast to regard in. It's true Elizabeth, enjoyed!

Elizabeth Mccann
Date: 5/3/2023 3:40:00 PM

Lovely addition to my thoughts. Thank you, Anaya! Elizabeth

Daniel Turner

Date: 5/2/2023 7:44:00 AM

Yes touching them is a bit worrisome. They are indeed very fragile. An enjoyable read about a lovely subjet, Elizabeth. Hoping you are well:)

Elizabeth Mccann
Date: 5/3/2023 3:45:00 PM

Yes, we are cumbersome creatures. I was thinking about those very young teenagers, too, unthinkingly seductive. (Well/not well- who knows what you're going to wake up to!) Elizabeth

Tom Cunningham

Date: 5/2/2023 4:53:00 AM

I love to see them in summertime performing their aerial ballet. Tom

Elizabeth Mccann
Date: 5/3/2023 3:48:00 PM

Me, too, like ballet itself, they allow my inept, inapt limbs to believe for a moment that they can soar and dive and pirouette! Elizabeth

Lin Lane

Date: 5/2/2023 3:52:00 AM

G'morning, Elizabeth. I've helped my daughter collect and care for butterfly eggs and caterpillars for years. Keeping up with providing enough milk weed is a labor of love. Only 5% left on their own manage to survive. To watch them emerge from the chrysalis is a wondrous thing. To release them in flight is an amazing gift.

Elizabeth Mccann
Date: 5/3/2023 3:50:00 PM

What a fantastic hobby to have! And a wonderful relationship as well. Lucky man. Fortunately, I am lucky, too! Elizabeth