The thing that will change the world is the least suspected.




THE BUTTERFY EFFECT

The morning tide comes crashing in:
somewhere the call of the cockerill
the weird song of the wood pigeon
and nearby the stupid woodpecker
is giving himself a real headache.
I hear a dog's warning bark...
then more dogs join in the ruckus
and it occurs to me that this has been
the chorus of the day for longer
than even I have been living here...
before, when there were wild shrubs
and trees, invisible squirrel trails,
and underfoot leaf mould a plenty,
this tide arose and mightily stretched.
Perhaps, when I am gone away
and someone new wakes from their bed -
window wide to the country air -
they will hear a different tune?
Unrecognised, on the fly screen,
the sole black winged butterfly
will open up its wings and a fanfare
of coloured fascination will change
the observations of the world for ever.

 

 

© griffonner 2022

 





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Written on 2022-07-05 at 10:41

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jim The PoetBay support member heart!
I love the lyric imagery here, and the words of optimism/hope that comes at the end, that seems so elemental to humans: to hope.

Praise to the butterfly, too.
2022-07-05


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
I hope so.
2022-07-05