I saw the feeble white flutter of wings, stifled. Wrapped in a skein of spiders silk, its beauty captured. I reached out my hand and broke its chains, freeing it from its single thread shackle. It fell to the green leaf safety net below, and I knelt and pulled away the sticky rope that had it bound. White wings flickered open and closed, as if to be sure it was finally free. I smiled as it took to the air, circling up into the deep blue of the afternoon sky.
"Act as if what you do makes a difference. It does." - William James
Friday, 29 July 2011
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5 comments:
THis is beautiful: a prose-poem.
Ahh, so beautiful. I'm sure it was grateful.
Good to see you both. Thanks for dropping in and reading. :-)
One very lucky butterfly. And we are fortunate to have witnessed this sight through your eyes. Beautiful.
Thanks very much Cynthia. :-) x
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