Prince among butterflies
Flitting from flower to flower
Absorbing the sun
Flutter flutter flit
Much like the thoughts in my brain
Bouncing from subject to subject
Soaking up useless knowledge like a sponge
Master of trivia
Putting on airs of genius
Blending in rather than standing out
But feeling like you don’t quite fit in
So, standing off to the side
Trying not to be noticed
Nervously
Flutter flutter flit
Distraction
Dog runs by
Chasing its tail
Reminding me
That I was in the process
Of working on something really important
But I've lost the train of thought
Flutter flutter flit
I find myself in front of the television
With a coffee cup in my hand
The cat on my lap soaking up the warmth
Thumbing through the channels on the remote
Knowing nothing is on the tube
Procrastinating doing what needs to be done
Doing anything else instead
Flutter flutter flit
Standing at the kitchen sink
Suds up to my elbows
Staring out the window
At the squirrels in the backyard
Watching them run back and forth
Just like my thoughts
Flutter flutter flit
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Since the only thing that might pull us back up is caring, it only makes sense that here, long after I’ve let my anger born of heartbreak and grief misplace, multiply, misdirect itself, let the enormity of my solitude turn into something I don’t know how to dispute with, something thick and heavy and suffocating, let the coldness thrash and fight under my skin, deeper still, in between the arches of my organs; here where the ground is always close and the fall is easy and I surrender to it often, lie without purpose for hours, it only makes sense that it is here, I decide to show up and surrender to the possibilities of the night. Show up to those who I deserted. Drawn to the sense of accomplishment, something I haven’t felt in a while, to memory of finished dish sending its aroma into the world and with it, wrapping the room with a strong sense of sweet nostalgia, I get up and decide to cook. I pick up my phone, type a message that reads “Dinner at mine @ 8PM, don’t bring anything” and before my courage deserts me again, drop it in our friends’ group chat, the way one would do when diffusing a bomb in the movies: one eye closed, snip at the wire, hoping for the best.
By Mesh Toraskar2 days ago in Feast
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This is really unique (including the structure) that paints a picture where you are simultaneously personifying the butterfly, while also identifying with it! I FLUTTERING loved it. Terrific work! 😁 🦋
"Procrastinating doing what needs to be done Doing anything else instead" This part was so relatable. Loved your poemA
This was so great I felt my mind wandering with each line. Loved it
Sooo relatable for me!!! Great work here MC!!! Honestly... I can't tell you how often I walk into another room and ask myself "what was I doing" and then spend ten minutes walking around as I try to "find my thought" 🤣
Flutter flutter flit, this poem is all of us sometimes, LOL.
I like your poem.