This one has just been added to my favourites list Polona. The virtuoso wordplay makes this ab absoute delight to read aloud. The opening line is a pair of spondees which perfectly aligns to the "formal" arrangement of the garden it refers to. The remainder of the poem has a broken, irregular meter which likewise matches the fluttering of the butterflies.You have perfectly re-created the experience in words. And the playful middle line "every which way" captures the emotion, the joy of the encounter.
Of course I could go on to draw possible analogies to the world of poetry as a formal "garden of verse", and the butterflies being haiku poets, but I think I'll save that for my blog
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This one has just been added to my favourites list Polona. The virtuoso wordplay makes this ab absoute delight to read aloud. The opening line is a pair of spondees which perfectly aligns to the "formal" arrangement of the garden it refers to. The remainder of the poem has a broken, irregular meter which likewise matches the fluttering of the butterflies.You have perfectly re-created the experience in words. And the playful middle line "every which way" captures the emotion, the joy of the encounter.
Of course I could go on to draw possible analogies to the world of poetry as a formal "garden of verse", and the butterflies being haiku poets, but I think I'll save that for my blog
Strider
goodness, Strider, your comments are better than my poems, and definitely longer (more, please) ;-)
Watching the formality dissolve is a delight.
i couldn't agree more, Bill :-)
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