Welcome to Sascha Darlington tries to catch up with OctPoWriMo! This is the game in which said writer attempts to channel (semi) coherent poetry while cytokines mess with her brain chemistry. Thanks for joining in the fun! 😉
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©Sascha Darlington
A Butterfly’s (s)Pace
Pacing
requires determination
to be restless
to conjure thoughts
with constant movement
as if thinking were guided
by the law of motion
I prefer a moss seat
birdsong, soft breezes
sunshine, open mind
where thoughts
enter and exit
like butterflies fluttering
seemingly toward nothing
except an ephemeral gust
hasten to another
velvety blossom
succulent nectar
easing a day’s pursuit
In nature’s energy
and calm
thoughts grow.
Sascha Darlington 10/6/2017
I bow to your talent. I wish I could channel it and create some poetry or my own.
Try it! I’m very much still a student, but I’m not giving up. You have a way with words. That’s all you need.
I have tried a few times and I think practice will help. Today is one of those days where nothing creative is flowing. Maybe I will try again tomorrow.
I hear you.
I like the subtle wordplay in the title and the shape and pace of the poem – as if you are walking, thinking and talking to me.I also like the way the poem takes flight in the second stanza. How true the final words!
Those moss seats are the best! A lovely poem Sascha ☺💖 xxx
I do love the thought of moss seats and butterflies. Thinking calm would be great.
Oh such gorgeous wordplay here, Sascha!💕
Thank you Sanaa!
I like the connection between thoughts and movement.
Thanks, Frank.