Orange and black wings
flicker like fire, lift like sparks.
A butterfly spring.


I had this idea that I was going to write a poem a day, but life always gets in the way. Even a haiku, which takes about 4 minutes of word weighing, is nearly impossible to attempt some days.

Rather than being disappointed in myself, I have decided to just be happy when a poem does come close enough that I can coax it out of the air. In truth…a little over 2 and a half years ago, I gave birth to poetry himself. He looks back at me with huge, dark eyes…smiles my own smile back at me. There are worse things. 😉

Orange and blac…


One thought on “Orange and blac…

  1. those lines above are poetry enough x

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