To catch a poet’s eye is to woo
a butterfly, the nectar that you
use is awesome sweet; but with
bird held in the hand you need
to understand it has to fly.
The sense of being free to loft
in harmony with spirits of
the evanescent world
compels a poet’s dreams
to coalesce in themes and
fly with dreamy lepidopterae.
© I.D. Carswell 2007-02-09
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