Backstroke

Backstroke

AlexBoyd

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Something I saw today in the lagoon at the park captured my attention. I can't get the image out of my head. Beautiful creature, ugly fate. It's legs still moving, a fly was already investigating.


Backstroke

In watery gloom
A butterfly on its back​
Is beauty-soaked doom.
 
I spied the rippling rings
And, as did The Almighty One
I chose to stay dry and scrutinize
The desperation of flailing wings​
 
Backstroke

In watery gloom
A butterfly on its back​
Is beauty-soaked doom.
Such a sad and painful poem. Read literally it is sad, read metaphorically it's much more than just sad.
 
Freefall

Today yellow wings
Soared, but only to freefall​
Of his own choosing.
 
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