Rula
Rula
May 24, 2016
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The Aspiration

I spy a butterfly at play;
its wings, the spring; what one must ink;
it hides to tease, we seek and yay,
I spy a butterfly at play.
We find, and then it guides the way,
and writes with gold what one must think,
I spy a butterfly at play;
its wings, the spring; what one must ink.

About This Poem

Style/Type: Structured: Western

Review Request Direction: What did you think of my title?
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Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Jordan, JOR

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Comments

mand

mand

8 years 11 months ago

Syllable count and rhyming pattern - perfect and such a pretty abstract word picture too!

Can't fault :)

Love Mand xxxx

Keith Logan

This is well written but I still see the strict form getting in the way of any feeling of freshness.

Keith Logan

You are a great poet but no one can write great poetry with their hands tied. So that would be a no then.

mand

There's a challenge - rhyming poetry ( or strict meter e.c.t ) that manages convey emotions naturally. That would be my desired goal - not easy to accomplish. :)

All rhyming poets need to rise to the challenge! Lol

Love Mand xxx

Esker

Esker

8 years 11 months ago

as a child we had tons of milkweed along the old highway out front
tiger tails...moments when they would be there in multitudes
I still see them....and once spied a lunar moth ragged but alive
still taking a break at a gas station kiosk!

survivors...finding inspiration
thank U!

Rula

Rula

8 years 11 months ago

I played here a little with my butterfly.
Monarch! l loved this!
I claimed it as my aspiration,
What I would like to line
with golden ink
I permitted it to guide my way
as it often hides
I seek it again as we together
play to finally achieve
what our souls aspire

Thank you Steve for dropping this butterfly such a kind visit.