Jilted BUTTERFLY

Today was really hard. I felt like my mind was slipping.
I sent an sms
I tried to unsend it
I tried to take it back
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sounding off the far mountain wall,
bouncing back quieter and softer.
more beautiful with each fainter repetition
and more sad too, the original brightness fading and slowly dying
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a sound like ice cracking
loud and echoing up the hill
made the workers stop and look up
birds flew into the sky in fright
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Sometimes in the heat of despair
we lost sight of perspective
It bends and curves and distorts
Like light round a black hole
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I heard he died today
I thought he died long ago
I loved his novel about one day
I liked his simplicity - his tone
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Liking flashing images in a Zoetrope
Promise, instants filled with promise
Vignettes of a perfect ruse
Each flashing image lets a little light in - a sliver
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distorting reality and perspective
making small things seem important
like a smile
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Summer Suns sweltering heat sweats,
movement is trapped, confined
gestures are heavy effort - weighted
trickles of perspiration tickle the brow
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The sailors cling with whitened knuckles to the rigging,
A fierce gail blows, throwing spray and fears of sinking,
They look to the captain, his jacket torn and open,
They look to the skies, black and full of storm,
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She shrieked and screamed and bawled and cried,
'how can something so a small make so much noise'
soothing and cuddling and shushing she tried,
She played her soft music and gave her soft toys,
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Hazel leaves cast dappling, dancing shadows on sunny, breezy days
Each leaf jiggles excitedly in place,
the smaller branches wiggle
and the boughs sway
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A more sensitive soul would wilt
crumbling, crushed beneath the glares
smashed against the rock - the beauty
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I dreamt of a land like Coleridge - a distant Zanzibar or Xanadu
Where water flows up and birds can talk and dogs can sing well too

Where nonsense words from Edward Lear, Lewis Carrol or Monty Python
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a searching light scrapes the war torn skies
protecting the peninsula from the messerschmidt.
bleary and tired and bloodshot are the eyes
following the search seeing only the spots lit
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A wisp of white smoke rises
floats, slowly twists around itself
it’s translucence casts barely a shadow
which dances lustily and slowly
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if he flaps his delicate wings
a hurricane starts in my heart
a storm so violent -
we close up the doors and block the windows to keep out the gusts - the gusts
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A clock ticking – imperceptibly its hand slows
As it closes in on the hour, on the final hour it goes.
Tic tock, tic, tock, t i c k t o .
Slowing, time is crawling now like a snail lost
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Clouds – as beautiful as they are - are still clouds.
Looking closely at each one in turn
Trying to find the elephant or the clowns
Or make out the dragon in flight – is all right.
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staring at the ground between my feet
rehearsing conversations - practising lines

Leaves golden, dry and twisted flitter across
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