I have been writing poetry since I was a child and it has helped in the good times and bad times. I am always looking within to find the answers to life's problems and to write thought-provoking poetry and prose.
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Christine
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30 thoughts on “Butterflies – A Quadrille”
Ah the contrast of humans and butterflies….so well done here.
“rights minus responsibilities” yep….Rights do breed responsibilities. It’s something we teach our children as they get older. 🙂
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Thanks David. It has always sat wrong with me in this country. All you hear is “My rights, my rights” and no one wants the responsibility that goes with those rights 😕
This is masterfully done, Christine! I love the contrast between ‘anger-filled world
careening out of control’ and the fluttering of butterflies in silence. The poem in its entirety is deep and speaks volumes to the reader. Kudos! 😍😍
Ah the contrast of humans and butterflies….so well done here.
“rights minus responsibilities” yep….Rights do breed responsibilities. It’s something we teach our children as they get older. 🙂
Thanks for posting to the prompt!
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Thank you Lillian ☺️
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Quite a comparison between the butterflies 🦋 and anger.
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The butterflies just made the ugliness disappear, at least for a while 🥲
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The beauty of nature puts a balm on ugly sores created by humans
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Funny how it is always the best medicine for most things Sadje. Thanks so much ☺️💕
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You’re welcome my friend
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Truth is beauty 🦋
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Yes it is Paula. Thank you ☺️💕
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The contrast, or even paradox, worked very well.
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Thank you! I appreciate it ☺️💕
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I Christine — Nice work poet! Please come and visit me, share your likes and your truth! Would love to have you!
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Thank Rob. Always enjoy your work too ☺️💕
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this is something that really</strong makes me upset, Christine – you nailed it.
❤
David
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Thanks David. It has always sat wrong with me in this country. All you hear is “My rights, my rights” and no one wants the responsibility that goes with those rights 😕
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Compare and contrast — nicely done.
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Thank you Ron ☺️💕
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Luv dem flutterbyes!
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Thanks Ron ☺️💕
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… yes they do. My Mother is a yellow butterfly that loves to flitter about our front door. A perfect quadrille.
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Your mother is the yellow butterfly fluttering around your front door. What a lovely thought Helen! Thank you for your kind words ☺️💕
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This is masterfully done, Christine! I love the contrast between ‘anger-filled world
careening out of control’ and the fluttering of butterflies in silence. The poem in its entirety is deep and speaks volumes to the reader. Kudos! 😍😍
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You’re so kind Sanaa ❤️☺️. Thank you! It means a lot to me.
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Butterflies seems so nice… but they have to be larvae before the grow wings.
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A bit like us!
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Ugliness lives
in an anger-filled world
Butterflies live
and flutter in silence
You captured the contrast beautifully right from the first instance, Christine. Wonderful write, Ma’am!
Hank
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Thanks Hank. As always, I appreciate you kind words ☺️💕
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I love it
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Thank you. ☺️
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