Showing posts with label Monarch Butterflies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Monarch Butterflies. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 10, 2021

Bright Spots


Bright Spots

Bright spots appear
when I least expect them.
Surprise my eyes
during dark times.
Refresh my spirit
when life makes me weary.

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Buttonwood Art Space Artist Profile-View My Art

Ekphrasis and Photography: An Interview With Michelle Pond

Riverfront Readings Video-Michelle Pond, Divya Ramesh, Chloe Wagner June 11, 2021

Thursday, September 20, 2018

The Rhythm of the Wings


The Rhythm of the Wings

The butterfly sits
but flaps its wings.
down, up, down, up
I focus on the rhythm.
open, close Open? No,
just a pump fake.
Open? Now! close, open
Are you dancing in place?
I don't know, but I
could watch you all day.

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I'll be at the Unplaza Art Fair this weekend, Sept. 22-23. If you stop by my booth, you might see a butterfly. Will its wings be open or closed?

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Thursday, December 3, 2015

Fast


Fast

Why do you go so fast?
Do you see life as a race?
Who are you trying to pass?
Are you afraid of coming in last?
Do you prefer every day to be a blur
so you don't have to see what's happening.

Does life move to fast? What do you do to slow down?

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Thursday, October 22, 2015

Collateral Damage


Collateral Damage

The milkweed beetle
doesn't damage its host.
It eats the seeds,
cuts down the number
of new plants,
diminishes the
food supply of
the monarchs.
The destruction
comes in the loss
of what could have been.

Do you observe nature then write about what you see?

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Having trouble setting aside some time to write? Wish you had a prompt to help get you started? Well, Fridays in October are for writing, courtesy of Wordsmith Studio. Follow @elissafield, @wordsmithstudio or search #wschat this Friday. Elissa will signal the start of each word sprint, offer some prompts, cheer you on, ask a few questions and congratulate you on what you get done. It all starts at 11 a.m. Eastern time.

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Thursday, August 21, 2014

Stained Glass


Stained Glass

Pieces of color
melded together
to form the whole.
Eye-catching
anytime, but
never more than
when the sunlight
streams through.
Fragile beauty
whose loss
 would be
shattering.


I had been looking at some stained glass at the Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art. A few days later, I took some pictures of this butterfly. As I was going through the photographs, it occurred to me that the butterfly looked like it was made out of stained glass. These events inspired the poem.

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