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

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    1. ☺thanks for your appreciation Björn

      Much💗love

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  2. Your wings were made for that breeze.

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    1. ☺thanks for your appreciation Ken

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  3. Beautiful, beautiful cadence throughout this one, Gillena 💝💝

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Sanaa

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

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  5. Delicate isn't always. Love your approach G.

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    1. ☺thanks for your appreciation Ron

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

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    1. ☺thanks for your appreciation Helen

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  7. 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. ☺thanks for your appreciation Lili

    Much💗love

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  9. 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. Thanks for your appreciation Peter

    Much💗love

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  11. 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. Thanks for your appreciation D

    Much💗love

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  13. 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. Thanks for your appreciation Kim

    Much💗love

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

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  16. Thanks for your appreciation Merril

    Much💗love

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