Butterflies of my Mind

small butterly

I was out among the fields, here one more time

Vigorously out hunting the butterflies of my mind

All the poems, the stories that had given me the slip

And would it seem once more; I had to be quick.

All the bright, beautiful things just beyond my net

Any moment now I’ll snare one; damn! Not just yet

2 thoughts on “Butterflies of my Mind”

Never stop trying John!

I don’t Carolyn. I can’t. But still I probably only catch one out of four 🙂

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