QUOTE (Thoth @ Jul 20 14, 02:32 )

Mmh . . .who is this minuscule ethereal spirit? I see perhaps a butterfly flittering among the flowers, momentarily pausing to search a likely blossom then hesitating, she sups on nectar pollinating the blossoms so fertile seed may perpetuate the cycle of life.
Most wonderfully you have sketched the dynamics of this scene, spinning it all into 14 enchanting lines of verse but there’s more; Is that a trace of envy in the narrator’s voice ? I don’t think so. . . I see it like a humble realization that every living creature, each on their own scale within the universe serves toward a common purpose. Like looking though a magnifying glass and recognizing there a mirrored replication of our own dimension.
Lorri, that is inspirational poetry indeed!! Splendid work.
I shall decline to crit because I’m sure its is exactly the way you want it. The stumble that Jerry bumped against in L3, if not intentional is an absolutely perfect nuance to the stuttering flight of the butterfly.
Thanks for sharing and I do hope your wonderful muse has come of out of seclusion to flutter on sunbeams.
Hugz
Wally
Hi there Wally!

You guessed correctly! YAY!

This is a butterfly. Sam (4Rum) inspired me to write a sonnet at Facebook and this is my first pass.

It's not a trace of envy as much as a desire to be her, lol! Free spirit roaming and flirting with nature and all that beauty.

I like your interpretation of my iambic kick to the curb there in L3, but i would like to perfect that line all the same. So - your further thoughts are appreciated! It realy is that she wishes to freeze those moments/instants in time.
Thanks again Wally - I do plan to be back in the groove and writing and interacting again - been way too long!
Cheers and Hugz!
~Cleo