rogue butterfly ~ (With a tip o' the hat to Rett) [now w/edits for your listening pleasure]

I have now read two butterfly poems from you and one from Rett from 1972 I think was the era lol and I tip MY hat to both of you, butterflies are one of my favourite things this is a lot brilliant :)... love and biggest hugs Jayne x x x We did not change as we grew older; we just became more clearly ourselves. Lynn Hall ...

I'll offer a little blood for the bat of you, and the golden butterfly can roost in my dementia any time... ooops... dimension... lol loved this! Richard

enda, patrick collins. hi there this stired up some memories of a departed friend of mine because she said if she could come back it would be as a butterfly , that is just another reason to love this poem niecly done always ZIGGYYYYYY

what a wonderful tale gone dark I love titles and yours is grand. mucho amore! -diatom shells

Always moving yet enchanted are your words. I love the transformation, from free floating butterfly to a vampire bat at night, trapped by thirst. A beautiful Poem. Lyz.

I know there is a black side to this but when written with words of beauty, at least in the beginning, that's how I read these descriptive words, it is a great piece of writing and I am sorry if you thought it sounded like a fractured fairy tale to me. I think the thought of butterflies, appeal to most as a delicate creature and this stood out the most. Yea!! for the ending, great twist, but I still think its beautiful. Lyz

What a poem, dear poetess! From the sweetness of a butterfly to the bat outta hell you weave a net for us to get entangled in! Yours, ~Nina

Oh Anna, I know it has been said & said, but you are a writer of immense talent & humanity (even when it's about insect ways), I love your wonderful balance of deep, dear, gratitude & a wicked grin chaser... irreverence in the most wondrous liberating finale. Bravo & Cheers Anni~ "A word is not the same with one writer as with another. One tears it from his guts. The other pulls it out of his overcoat pocket". ~Charles Peguy

You rogue, I love that word and here you have camouflaged yourself in this delicate form to leave your mark and what a mark, one that oozes slowly the red of a fatal kiss delivered to the great flower of being in its dualistic colours and its dark and light flashes of sound like the bats communication with earth, with heaven, with paradise and with HELL. From Ann of Norway, no I will not offer you my neck!

at the end. Really enjoyed this a lot. Now THAT is my idea of a butterfly. It's like I have told Katie when doing titles. I don't do butterflies well. *LOL* I like yours! Respectfully, Rett: "When I was born I was so surprised I didn't talk for a year and a half." Gracie Allen

like this collaborative effort very much now that winter is almost here the feel of the different the "Rouge" not flitting~