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butter flies

Sunday 11th September 2011 10:12 pm

I don’t want any more

Big ideas of power

No matter how beautiful

The poetry of them are.

I just had one of

A shepherd as an angel.

Wrapped in the hand of God we were,

Timeless.

On a windswept hill,

But its all sheep’s clothes syndrome today

The wolf is very cunning so they say

So I take another pill.

I chew it all down

In cud

As important as the cows,

Just under the class of sparrows

And think,

that these ideas only get spilt

As theres no one home

To miss the milk

To listen

Just

To churn it

◄ kiss me with your mouth

only fools ►

Comments

Elaine Booth

Sun 18th Sep 2011 19:05

PS Just realised the pun in the title linking to the lines:

Just
to churn it.

And the frailiy of butterflies too of course. That also can link back to the Matthew text. X

Elaine Booth

Sun 18th Sep 2011 19:03

But in stanza 2 you do have a "big idea":

"I just had one of

A shepherd as an angel.

Wrapped in the hand of God we were,

Timeless."

And then the infinite sadness of the next lines.

The lines:

"As important as the cows,

Just under the class of sparrows"

reminded me, just after your lines I've c&p above, of Matthew 6:26:

"Behold the birds of the heaven, that they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather into barns; and your heavenly Father feedeth them."

But at the end, in the poem, you write that basically no-one's listening.

This poem has touched me so much. It seems to me to be expressing just what I feel.

Rachel Bond

Sun 11th Sep 2011 22:07

absolutely, both of your observations were my intentions in the writing.

thanks for comments, i was hoping this poem wouldnt stand in a field saying no more than moo with the herd ;)

Isobel

Sun 11th Sep 2011 17:21

And I get the impression of an indifferent world where no-one is listening. The likening to cows chewing down on cud is a sad one. It brings to mind subjugation, repetitive life style and a certain lack of hope.

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