BIRTH OF A BLUE MORPHEUS

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Sue Littleton
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BIRTH OF A BLUE MORPHEUS

Post by Sue Littleton » August 19th, 2010, 2:02 am

In the distance
beyond the low banks
of the slow-moving river
the burgeoning green hills of Belize
rise to lap
against the sky’s curving shore.
Under the verdant bell of the tall tree,
the plump, leaf-green chrysalis
suspends from a slender twig,
pulsating gently.
Slowly, as the paper-thin sides split
antenna and legs emerge,
delicate as a young girl’s eyelashes.
Crumpled silken wings
spread themselves to dry
in the filtered sunlight,
gleaming blue on darker blue,
open gently in the shadowed morning air,
essence trembling, yearning
toward the promise of bright flowers
that await the curled tongue’s thrust
with honeyed throats.

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Post by gandsharp » September 4th, 2010, 7:56 pm

I love, love, love, this little poem. Absolutely wonderful. :D
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Re: BIRTH OF A BLUE MORPHEUS

Post by joel » September 5th, 2010, 12:40 pm

This is my favorite image:
yearning
toward the promise of bright flowers
that await the curled tongue’s thrust
with honeyed throats.
and so it's got me playing with the carnage that's been displayed on several recent walks with my dogs....

Most recently, the butterflies I’ve seen
have all been delicate and beautiful
and dead, completely still except perhaps
when just the gentlest eddy of the air
might spare a wing a fleeting joie de vivre—
and even then the movement’s plainly flat.
The butterflies are dead; and litterbugs,
in sadly literal expressions, hug
so closely to their grounds-of-nothing that
I worry for the flowers that they leave
unpollinated and ignored and rare
in untapped wealth of honeyed throats that lapse
away unnoticed, all their promise culled
like butterflies that dead of late have been.
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Post by Sue Littleton » September 5th, 2010, 6:08 pm

TWO marveous responses -- thank you both, gandsharp and joel.

Joel, to me there is nothing more flattering than one of my poems inspiring another poet. Your poem is beautiful, although the reasons therefor are sad, sad, sad. However, it may be the time of the year. It's Fall where you are, right? Here we are approaching Spring. Butterflies give up the ghost in the autumn, their little lives finished. ♥♥♥

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Post by .Lucy. » September 5th, 2010, 7:05 pm

Beautiful!
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Post by mindbum » September 6th, 2010, 12:18 am

yes yes quite nice. lush honeyed throats... indeed.
godless & songless, western man dances with the stuffed gorilla through all the blind alleys of a dead-end world.

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Re: BIRTH OF A BLUE MORPHEUS

Post by Sue Littleton » September 6th, 2010, 12:41 am

Thank you, Lucy and Mindbum. ♥♥♥

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