I did say "haphazardly" participating in the April PAD Challenge. This is why day one is being posted after day two. Day 1 prompt of "write an optimistic poem"
She dreams of being a butterfly
bold colorful wings to lift the grey frailty
of her newspaper skin.
Read and crumpled in the corner
tossed there long ago
she cocoons herself and wonders
“Was I ever young?”
She tries to remember her last dream
and squeezes her eyes tight.
Radiant wings
Strength and Purpose
uncoil from her back.
She takes flight in the moment
fearing to stay in her place.
Today the poets at the dVerse pub are drinking in the poignant art of Brooke Shaden and writing poetry. To see more of Brooke Shaden’s art please visit her site: http://brookeshaden.com/gallery
I really felt you read her body language in this write.
Thank you!
Sometimes we are forced to take flight in spite of our fears and find that there was something brighter in store for us after all. I like your interpretation…very nice.
So true Gayle! Thank you for reading and commenting. Cheers!
Hey good choice on images, though there really were no bad choices. I like yours as well. Cheers!
We used the same picture but yours is more hopeful. I think my wings must have been clipped at birth.
Very touching.
Thank you, and thanks for reading!
very vivid..
xxoo
Thank you Mom/Nancy! <3
the use of the butterfly …and the newspaper as extended metaphors in this are great….the skin/newspaper/crumpled in the corner…i am not sure if the flight in the end is a good thing or not…i guess it is all in how you read it….staying put is sometimes good….but others not….
Thank you Brian!
I so appreciate your comments and feedback. The poem was loosely related to the human trafficking motivation of Shaden in that case I felt I had to give our subject wings to remove herself from being forgotten news.
Perhaps I need more lines to explain the transition?
Thanks again!
a newspaper skin, and was I ever young.. these resonate with me a lot.. finding your way to playfulness lost is hard in the world we live in..
So true Bjorn lost playfulness is hard in the world we live in.
Thanks for reading and commenting!
Beautifully evocative.
Thank you Polly!
One should keep moving ahead, indeed the fear of “new” is inevitable but one needs to take a leap
Thank you for reading and here is to the leap! 🙂
it is sad when we cannot remember our last dream and worse if there are no new ones…i’m glad she took flight there in the close and spread her wings towards new dreams despite the fear of falling
Thank you Claudia it is sad when we cannot remember our dream or to make new ones. I was hoping to touch on the Shaden’s motivation of human trafficking. I wonder, do dreams one had before fade like newspaper print?
Thank you for reading and your comment!
Such a poignant write for me–was I ever young? –how I can relate!
Thank you Audrey! Yes some of us are old as children but the trick is to stay young at heart right 😉
Thanks for reading.
Wow, haunting metaphor of woman as butterfly, either coming out of puberty & adolescence, or approaching the winter of her life, & the reaching within to her inner child, her youth, when her winds could support her needs; cool take.
Thank you Glenn! I wanted to capture some of the artist’s motivation. Thank you for reading, cheers!
Lovely poem!
Thank you Ayala!
Thank you for tending the bar tonight Grace. Great choice of artist. I hope as creators that our substance and purpose gives us the courage to take flight.
Cheers!
Great write… I especially liked,
“bold colorful wings to lift the grey frailty
of her newspaper skin.” –stellar metaphor 🙂
Thank you Anthony!
Substance and purpose, when we find it, can make us fearless & willing to take flight where we want to ~ Lovely share Delaina ~ Thanks for linking up with D’verse ~
Things do seem much easier when we feel young, even we no longer are that young. It is then possible to see ourselves as butterflies.
Things do seem easier in our youth when we look back but we are in a stage of become something new no matter our age. Thanks for reading Gabriella.
Ah, I can identify with “Was I ever young?” Sometimes I ask myself that; and other times I feel as if I am the perennial youth! I enjoyed this, Delaina.
I have those same days Mary. Thank you for reading. 🙂
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I really felt you read her body language in this write.
Thank you!
Sometimes we are forced to take flight in spite of our fears and find that there was something brighter in store for us after all. I like your interpretation…very nice.
So true Gayle! Thank you for reading and commenting. Cheers!
Hey good choice on images, though there really were no bad choices. I like yours as well. Cheers!
We used the same picture but yours is more hopeful. I think my wings must have been clipped at birth.
Very touching.
Thank you, and thanks for reading!
very vivid..
xxoo
Thank you Mom/Nancy! <3
the use of the butterfly …and the newspaper as extended metaphors in this are great….the skin/newspaper/crumpled in the corner…i am not sure if the flight in the end is a good thing or not…i guess it is all in how you read it….staying put is sometimes good….but others not….
Thank you Brian!
I so appreciate your comments and feedback. The poem was loosely related to the human trafficking motivation of Shaden in that case I felt I had to give our subject wings to remove herself from being forgotten news.
Perhaps I need more lines to explain the transition?
Thanks again!
a newspaper skin, and was I ever young.. these resonate with me a lot.. finding your way to playfulness lost is hard in the world we live in..
So true Bjorn lost playfulness is hard in the world we live in.
Thanks for reading and commenting!
Beautifully evocative.
Thank you Polly!
One should keep moving ahead, indeed the fear of “new” is inevitable but one needs to take a leap
Thank you for reading and here is to the leap! 🙂
it is sad when we cannot remember our last dream and worse if there are no new ones…i’m glad she took flight there in the close and spread her wings towards new dreams despite the fear of falling
Thank you Claudia it is sad when we cannot remember our dream or to make new ones. I was hoping to touch on the Shaden’s motivation of human trafficking. I wonder, do dreams one had before fade like newspaper print?
Thank you for reading and your comment!
Such a poignant write for me–was I ever young? –how I can relate!
Thank you Audrey! Yes some of us are old as children but the trick is to stay young at heart right 😉
Thanks for reading.
Wow, haunting metaphor of woman as butterfly, either coming out of puberty & adolescence, or approaching the winter of her life, & the reaching within to her inner child, her youth, when her winds could support her needs; cool take.
Thank you Glenn! I wanted to capture some of the artist’s motivation. Thank you for reading, cheers!
Lovely poem!
Thank you Ayala!
Thank you for tending the bar tonight Grace. Great choice of artist. I hope as creators that our substance and purpose gives us the courage to take flight.
Cheers!
Great write… I especially liked,
“bold colorful wings to lift the grey frailty
of her newspaper skin.” –stellar metaphor 🙂
Thank you Anthony!
Substance and purpose, when we find it, can make us fearless & willing to take flight where we want to ~ Lovely share Delaina ~ Thanks for linking up with D’verse ~
Things do seem much easier when we feel young, even we no longer are that young. It is then possible to see ourselves as butterflies.
Things do seem easier in our youth when we look back but we are in a stage of become something new no matter our age. Thanks for reading Gabriella.
Ah, I can identify with “Was I ever young?” Sometimes I ask myself that; and other times I feel as if I am the perennial youth! I enjoyed this, Delaina.
I have those same days Mary. Thank you for reading. 🙂