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The Butterfly

The Butterfly

A Poem by Brown Bull
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For a friend

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The Butterfly

 

I watched a butterfly one day,

in the meadow where I live.

 

It was sipping from a flower
it would never touch again...

 

The Farmers Son approached us,

watched it and said “oh-my.”

 

“My Father owns this meadow,
and I am just His Son.”

 

“Yet He teaches me this lesson
I should learn before I go.”

 

Now the Son had come here often,
and something He would watch…

 

past the fence in yonder forest,
so I can’t truly tell you this.

 

That this flitting splash of color,
it was once a lowly worm.

 

 

© 2010 Brown Bull


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Hmmm, I'm not always 100% certain about what you write (hence the green story) but I really do try! I can see the imagery in here, but I'm not sure what it all means. So I'll give it a shot, and be prepared for you to send me a message telling me what it really intends! Ha! It's about growing. The son watches and learns from the worm as it turns into a butterfly doing it's job. And the capital on the word "He" really puzzles me, normally the only time is should be capitalized is when talked about God.

Posted 14 Years Ago


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. haha! ... beautiful! ... as is all flutter by poetry ... but the last two lines here are sheer magic ... "flitting splash of colour" is a stunning expression ... :) ...

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Hmmm, I'm not always 100% certain about what you write (hence the green story) but I really do try! I can see the imagery in here, but I'm not sure what it all means. So I'll give it a shot, and be prepared for you to send me a message telling me what it really intends! Ha! It's about growing. The son watches and learns from the worm as it turns into a butterfly doing it's job. And the capital on the word "He" really puzzles me, normally the only time is should be capitalized is when talked about God.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The son represents the worm and is intrigued by what he might become one day in his own nature as a person and man. At least that's what I got out of it. Nice one Bull.

Now the son had COME here often?

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This piece was a bit confusing. I understand he was to learn that the lowly worm turned into a butterfly. But you talk about him watching the transformation of a butterfly but then you say "That this flitting splash of color..." what I'm trying to say is that you start it with "that" and it confused me. I think you should just take off "that" and this poem wouldn't confuse. Good writer though! Keep writing!

Posted 14 Years Ago


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Dee
I love this you write very good!

Posted 14 Years Ago


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lessons learned
from one concerned
about Nature's way
it's fair to say
will be our joy
as we employ
what you have said
and share with others
what we just read....you words about nature, say you are mature...thank you so much
about this I am sure

Posted 15 Years Ago


this was sweet, innocent and made my morning... love it.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I rarely read contemporary poems, but this one has a nice flow to it.

From my perspective, I think the poem is talking mainly about 'progression'...and I believe your style had conveyed this perfectly.

Keep up the good work! ^^

Posted 15 Years Ago


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