Blown across the ground,
Remnant of summer gone by,
A butterfly wing.
Yes, that is true, but it doesn’t mean that those feelings mean any less for you because someone else felt them as well.
Can I ask why a butterfly wing?
Because I saw it.
On the ground.
One wing of a butterfly.
The wind was cold
the fall coolness just beginning
and I saw the wing lying on the grass
ruffled by the breeze
And I thought
Just days ago
A butterfly flew over that grass as it it was summer,
and now the butterfly is dead
It’s wing just another piece of trash floating by.
This is how joys past.
Yesterday there was sun and skipping and butterflies, and today all that is left is the wing reminding us of times gone by.
I wrapped my coat tighter and composed a haiku.
Trying to distill my thoughts into seventeen words and hoping that somehow, someone would understand what it meant.
A form of communication in small bytes.
I don’t know if it worked.
I don’t ever know if it works.
But I still try.
What do you think?
It is kind of amazing isn’t it. The place we are standing on right now, was just soil and earth decades ago. It makes me wonder about who might’ve seen it when it was just that. Soil and earth. And that reminds me of a line in Perks of Being a Wallflower: (the book, I haven’t seen the movie)
“And all the books you’ve read have been read by other people. And all the songs you’ve loved have been heard by other people. And that girl that’s pretty to you is pretty to other people. and that if you looked at these facts when you were happy, you would feel great because you are describing ‘unity.”
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