Thursday, July 25, 2013

Historians




Spots, stripes,
Astragals tell us.
Wings, antennae
Tell us.
Each compound eye--
Each butterfly
A four-page history
Of butterflies--
Tells us.
Do we understand?
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6 comments:

  1. Starting Over, Accepting Changes - MaybeJuly 26, 2013 at 5:04 AM

    Geo,

    We don't have to understand what brings us happiness.

    Arleen

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  2. Geo.July 26, 2013 at 9:59 AM

    Arleen-- In the 10 years I've tinkered with this poem, I've never been able to answer its question. You've done so elegantly.

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  3. Remembering GraceJuly 27, 2013 at 12:32 PM

    Hi Geo.,

    I love reading your poetry, even if sometimes I have to reread it a few times!

    And I still may not understand...

    The picture goes nicely. Norma is very talented.

    :)

    -Michelle

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  4. Geo.July 27, 2013 at 12:41 PM

    Michelle-- Thanks! I don't understand poems all at once either, even my own.

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  5. HelenaAugust 1, 2013 at 4:08 PM

    I think the beauty is going along with the vision poetry conjures up in one's mind. Reads different to us all......

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  6. Geo.August 1, 2013 at 5:15 PM

    Helena-- Yes! In this way poems have a life of their own.

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