I feel like I have been reduced to A piece of paper With nothing on it Waiting for someone To pick me up Write all over me Throw me away Or fold me up Into a paper plane That’s ideal And toss me Into the breeze Where I’d make it Over a reflecting lake Of gold To the other side Where no one will Sink me or make me Panic in the water And like a leaf I would float And change colour In autumn scenes And a million Friends all floating Cascading through the sky Like a line of birds Or the cast of stars No sound, so silent As I land softly On the other side I would have made it Over a reflecting lake Of gold To the other side Where no one will Sink me or make me Panic in the water Then I could break down On the other side Where I would crawl back Into my self, fall apart And reemerge As a tree Whose leaves will change colours In autumn scenes and Float like a line of birds Or a balloon Caught by the wind And moving ever so silent Back across Over a reflecting lake Of gold Anew. As time moves on, and my father's birthday appears just a few days away I am reminded of the blue butterfly, pictured here, that I encountered just after my dad died. I was walking down a path and it was sitting on the ground waiting for me. Then, as I approached it, the blue butterfly became airborn, and flew circles around me, flap flap flap, then dropped to the ground in front of me. Then it took off again, across the creek and away into the world to visit someone else whose heart was broken. To bring joy and hope. Transformation and change. Here's what I read about the blue butterfly: "Butterflies in general have many meanings within different cultures, with the most common being symbols for life, love, change or rebirth. Butterflies are also popularly thought to symbolize a person's essence, or soul, either past, present or future. The color blue in a butterfly is often thought to symbolize joy, color or a change in luck. Sometimes a blue butterfly is viewed as a wish granter." I wrote this poem. A chance encounter with a blue butterfly There was a blue butterfly Waiting for me on the path To speak to me about transformation and change It was blue, yes, but blue? No For it was busy flying around me In a circle of life surrounding me embracing me There was a blue butterfly That spoke to me about hope Before winging itself away like the wind and a sail There was a blue butterfly Waiting for me on the path To speak to me about transformation and change |
JAMES MORRISSEY
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May 2019
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