My photo
Cape Cod, United States
__I see with young eyes, an old mirror. Here, I hope to offer... as I see.

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

I've scribbled but one haiku with the word, "butterfly," and since I've opted to use each fly's call name. The top is that one, and the lower was written just moments ago... imagination.

among the silent flowers
a butterfly

float on a new wind
this monarch


Devika said...

i loved both, Magyar
the first one a bit more...more serene :)


Bill said...

I really like that first one, magyar. What does Keats say about unheard music?

Dalloway said...

I think both compel you to study the movement of the butterfly - but experience that movement in different ways. Quite wonderful.

J. Andrew Lockhart said...

yes, wonderful!

Ashi said...

both poems are good, I though like the first one best.

Frank Williams said...

Two excellent poems...

bandit said...

I have but one butterfly poem to my name; I need not wait for the insects to stir for inspiration;
we have yours!

nora said...

exquisite, Magyar. both gems.

RBroeker said...

Wasn't it a butterfly's flap which changed the weather here? Thanks for that: It is springtime now!

Best wishes

Gillena Cox said...

They are both lovely; the technique is somewhat of the sedoka where the second verse emphasises the first

much love

Janice Thomson said...

These are just exquisitely written

Tikkis said...

Agree with these comments too!

I think I have something like this somewhere in Finnish:

In a forest path
a butterly
passing me