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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4524 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Flapping of the Butterflies, Parts 1 & 2 Felisthothenes Part I ------------------------------- The articulated flapping of those he so esteemed-- perfect rhythm, perfect timing, are things he often dreamed. But he knew that he was lacking when the masters simply laughed and were not accommodating, to this novice of the craft. "You cannot fly with us," they spoke, "until you've earned your wings. Your frail attempts are but a joke to learned queens and kings. Our art, requires much schooling and clearly, you have none. Cocoon yourself in learning, return when you are done." The lowly caterpillar sighed, " 'Tis wisdom, no denying." So, as he'd been instructed, a cocoon he entered, saying: "I will! I'll learn! I'll study! Won't quit; I won't stop trying, until I fully understand-- how to make the rhythm sing." Part 2 -------------------------------------- And when the gray had turned to blue, he breathed a joyful sigh, emerged with comprehending-eye into a different view. He had his wings, now he could fly just as he'd seen them, do. But hear the sound? It did not sing, still deficit in wing. The color, bland -- no proper form, the truth now strikes it's blow. Down to emotion's trough he spirals, in this the final strophe, his hopes all dashed, his flapping-- off, destined to be -- a moth. |
