The Cry

I saw a flailing butterfly beyond hope with wings weighted down with water on the surface of a pond sending ripples across the morning to lap the shores of the infinite with its urgent and pitiful cry

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Gershon Wolf

Date: 8/30/2024 3:45:00 PM

I'm with Jan below. Such vivid, haunting imagery, Paul. Here's to the weekend, Gershon

Paul Willason
Date: 9/3/2024 7:17:00 PM

A bit delayed in a reply Gershon....thankyou for your kind words my friend. Valued as always... Paul

John Lawless

Date: 8/27/2024 5:38:00 PM

and even in that moment its wings sent ripples to caress the distant shore...Beautiful write Paul, one of those ...slow down...relax...read that again...slowly exhale moments

Paul Willason
Date: 9/3/2024 7:16:00 PM

Thanks John...small moments open up a universe at times. Take care my friend.

Benjamin Bartley

Date: 8/27/2024 5:21:00 PM

Short and sweet is our existence. I feel like the butterfly so pitiful and unworthy of reading such wonderful poetry. Thanks for sharing.

Paul Willason
Date: 9/3/2024 7:14:00 PM

Valued comments Benjamin...indeed appreciated. Thankyou for taking the time to read and offer yr thoughts. Cheers, Paul

Jan Allison

Date: 8/27/2024 4:10:00 PM

oh so sad Paul, the imagery is so vivid:-( hugs Jan xx

Paul Willason
Date: 9/3/2024 7:12:00 PM

Thanks Jan for reading the poem and yr comments. Nature has its sad moments, at least this one didn't go unnoticed. Take care my friend...