The Butterflies of my Mind.
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
John Malone 
Been there, for sure! 🙃
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got to get a better net 🙂
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sometimes they fly right into your net!
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thank you, Beth; I have managed to ‘net’ a goodly number over the years; never mind the ones that got away 🙂
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and in my case, some just pop back in when I’m least expecting them )
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ahhh yes, that can happen too 🙂
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Love this! And it’s the truth…those poems are just out of reach.
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glad you like it, Bob; not much surrealism in it but it’s a good metaphor 🙂
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Oh, to catch in the net
and then
tangle in the world wide web
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Lol. I like that clever shift from the small to the global 🙂
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Perhaps the ones that get away are the flutter-bys? All simmery with success.
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hahaha; I like that, Worms: I could have used that line 🙂
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Very funny
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yes, it does have its funny side ; glad you picked that up 🙂
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Feels like that at times. Right there but just not close enough. You’ll be the one leading again, John. 🙂
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just check there are no holes in that butterfly net, Terveen 🙂
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What a beautiful way to express the quest for words—sometimes they are so quick to flutter away.
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it’s worse still when your net has holes in it 🙂
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“Not just yet,” as if to say it’s only a matter of time!🦋
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yes, I caught it: it was this poem 🙂
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