Thursday, May 11, 2006
Dear Hallmark, Why won't you return my calls?
Butterfly Magic
Deep inside the woodland
in a meadow rarely seen,
she kneels beside a daisy
in a circling field of green.
My arm is soft around her
like a child with a butterfly -
afraid to stir the stillness
that keeps it from the sky.
A fragile spell holds her bound -
a fairy wreath of chance
that’s simple magic, yet profound:
I am the one entranced
in the middle of a moment,
in the promise of a vow
of rapture in the present -
an infinity of now
stretching on, slow as sunshine
in a meadow rarely seen
with a wandering daisy
stranded in the green.
posted by Carl Bryant @ 7:18 PM
Literary Shirts
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We were thinking of something more along the lines of "Get well soon"
This poem would be *perfect* for a "happy third anniversary of your successful return from being lost in the woods" card.
well it mother's day, carl.
how much does your mom love you?
I'm Mom's favorite, Sarah.
I've been the featured poet on her refrigerator for 62 weeks running.
I sent her flowers and a nice sentiment.
I'd give to a charity in her name, but her favorite charity is a guy named Benny Hinn. He already gets half of her widow's pension each month.
That's enough.
Blessings,
Carl
Carl,
You need to have a candy artist make a meadow of mint grass, a daisy of spun-sugar...oh wait! I'm so silly! The Carl man can because he takes a lot of words and makes the world seem good!
-- Char
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