Thursday, February 25, 2021

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SCALLOP DREAMS 

I am not yet a butterfly having the agenda 

To scallop through gardens blooming;

Nor the spirit to lightly skip through pollen 

On a breakfast menu of morning glories;


What if the wind should rip a wing 

When i emerge delicate, 

from my chrysalis of darkness and bliss;

Asleep to the wonders of pain and joy

Unknownst to clouds on a bright sunny day;


Cumulus clouds puffy and white

Wistful and alluring to the drama

Of a meadow unkempt

Of grasses waving below

© gillena cox 2021


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22 comments:

  1. brudbergFebruary 25, 2021 at 5:17 PM

    Oh, may the wind be kind to the butterfly and spare her the wing

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    1. Gillena CoxFebruary 25, 2021 at 7:35 PM

      ☺thanks for your appreciation Björn

      Much💗love

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  2. Ken / rivrvlogrFebruary 25, 2021 at 5:58 PM

    Your wings were made for that breeze.

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  3. Sanaa RizviFebruary 25, 2021 at 6:04 PM

    Beautiful, beautiful cadence throughout this one, Gillena 💝💝

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  4. K.HartlessFebruary 25, 2021 at 6:14 PM

    The worry turn. Serenity turned to anxiety. Well-done.

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  5. Ron.February 25, 2021 at 6:25 PM

    Delicate isn't always. Love your approach G.

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  6. HelenFebruary 25, 2021 at 6:47 PM

    Lovely writing .... I see my Mother in yellow butterflies ... trusting winds treat her well.

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    1. Gillena CoxFebruary 25, 2021 at 7:37 PM

      ☺thanks for your appreciation Helen

      Much💗love

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  7. ms_liliFebruary 25, 2021 at 7:15 PM

    scalloping through gardens and skipping through pollen the desire and the fear is so palpable here. i hope she chooses to venture from her cozy cocoon

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  8. Gillena CoxFebruary 25, 2021 at 7:38 PM

    ☺thanks for your appreciation Lili

    Much💗love

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  9. peterfrankiswrites.wordpress.comFebruary 25, 2021 at 7:56 PM

    Yes - 'scalloping' is exactly the right word (I've got a cabbage moth 'scalloping' her way over my veggie patch right now). A clever piece where the metaphor works all the way through - temptation, danger and delight. Let's hope for gentle winds.

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  10. Gillena CoxFebruary 25, 2021 at 8:02 PM

    Thanks for your appreciation Peter

    Much💗love

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  11. D. AveryFebruary 25, 2021 at 8:21 PM

    I felt like I was scalloping along, tossed on breezes of trepidation yet daring to leave the chrysalis and venture forth.

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  12. Gillena CoxFebruary 25, 2021 at 11:07 PM

    Thanks for your appreciation D

    Much💗love

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  13. Kim M. RussellFebruary 26, 2021 at 5:32 AM

    These lines resonated with me today, Gilllena, as I rode my bike for the first time in ages this week, with arthritis in my hip and knee:
    What if the wind should rip a wing
    When i emerge delicate,
    from my chrysalis of darkness and bliss’.

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  14. Gillena CoxFebruary 26, 2021 at 5:38 AM

    Thanks for your appreciation Kim

    Much💗love

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  15. Merril D. SmithFebruary 26, 2021 at 10:42 AM

    I wish that butterfly well. The wind and the clouds are oblivious to her delicate beauty.

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  16. Gillena CoxFebruary 27, 2021 at 7:28 AM

    Thanks for your appreciation Merril

    Much💗love

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