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A Stupid Butterfly Poem


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A Stupid Butterfly Poem


Clipped between pane

and screen,

two monarch wings

form wicked angles,

dusted with the world that passed

since they last beat

beat   beat   beat   beat   beat   beat   beat.

Against the brittle, grating mesh.

Against the July-baked glass.


How was this wind-buoyed wisp

caged, walled,


black legs useless as dangling threads

against the invisible warden.


Was it an unintended kidnapping,

or did some brute chortle,

watching the aching wings slam against the hot screen?


My disappointment in Humanity hung

about me,

thick and heavy as the humidity.

It was then that I noticed the screen

gaping away from the window.

Only inches of freedom to me, but acres to one

who fits in my palm.


Stupid butterfly.


Miss Snarky Pants


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Copyright 2014 by C.C.L. and Miss Snarky Pants.  All rights reserved. This is my poem. I wrote it. It is my property. Do not reproduce without my written consent or I will write a stupid poem about you and how you steal stupid poems. 

20 thoughts on “A Stupid Butterfly Poem

  1. So great, so stupid, so intentionally or unintentionally a perfect metaphor for almost all of the worlds problems or one unlucky bug.

      1. I think we have both been pretty scarce around these parts but when I do sneak back in to look around I always make it a point to see what you have been up to. Hope your head feels better.

    1. I’m sorry you had a sad day. I suppose the moral of the story is that the way out of despair is often right in front of you, but we’re often too busy beating our wings in frustration or fury to see the open door. It made me sad, at first, too. xo

    1. Much better, Graham. Thank you for asking. This absence was one of necessity: packing, moving, unpacking and all the other shit that takes over life. Balance is returning and it feels good. How are you?

      1. Pretty fair thanks. Been out and about taking advantage of the summer and photographing stuff. We are having a heat wave at present. It won’t last, this is Britain after all. Just as well really, we’re not used to it. 😎

      2. We’re also having a heat wave. It’s been a miserably hot summer. You’ll hear more about that in my next post. I can’t wait to see your photographs. I’m such an Anglophile, I’ve actually been watching Bravo’s “Ladies of London.” Dead sober.

    1. I appreciate the sentiment, but my bleak butterfly was more of an appetizer. I always feel like I’m cheating when I throw a poem in; I have no idea why. How are you? I’ve missed reading your blog…and several others. Will find time this week, now that I’m getting back into the swing of things. Will be posting again tomorrow, so drop by if you can. 🙂

      1. Hope things are looking up for you. And, if you want it to stay that way, I’d advise you not read my blog till you’ve had a couple of drinks. Not going thru a good time myself 😦

      2. Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that. Life can be such a drag, sometimes; but it’s better than the alternative. Actually, we found out right after Mother’s Day that our landlord was going to sell the house we were renting, so the last couple months have been all about packing, moving and unpacking. I hope your problems are temporary.

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