Commentary and Philosophy Poetry posted August 12, 2018

Chapters:

Prologue -1- 2...

Exceptional

free verse

A chapter in the book Paper Dolls and Toy Soldiers

More Delicate Than the Wind

by michaelcahill

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I was once a trusting child                awaiting                    a butterfly                                                or a tornado on the horizon. I dug a cellar underground to escape my fury; a safe place to weather the storm; a place to gather knowledge; the wisdom to respect destruction. I'd laugh hearing armageddon explode above my shelter, underground, for I have dominion over the tornado, I alone. When the winds and fury died, I surfaced to survey the aftermath. Death and decay met me. Yet, the tornado underestimated my resolve. I'd rebuild towers and replant crops, and defy the tornado's destruction, I alone.                                    I sit on the stump of the old oak, surveying its fallen branches ... a butterfly joins me--   I am ancient knowing nothing           eyes, the colour of regret                       waiting for a butterfly                                  stronger than the wind

Writing Prompt Write a poem in any style known or unknown, sonnet, free verse, prose poem, haiku or some concoction you've dreamed up. Whatever you call a poem in this case IS a poem. I'm the monitor. :)) Your presentation is up to your imagination. That's it. No other rules.

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