This year's entry to the Poetry Society's annual competition
Buttalowie
The
butterfly’s route seems random,
no
destination has been discussed,
but
the number of intersects is seldom,
despite
the all-encompassing trust.
The
butterfly’s ultimate destination,
is
guided by the need for survival,
and
appears an haphazard nutrition,
that
is rarely impaired by a rival.
The
butterfly’s beautiful progress,
an
amazing pattern to behold,
is
simply an individual’s access,
to
where the food flowers unfold.
©David L Atkinson August
2018
Sampling life
Every
day is a lovely day,
whether
it be bright and sunny
or
grey and dreary,
you’re
alive in some way.
It is
simply a case of joy,
to
observe the commonplace,
in
animals and the human race,
with
God given senses to employ.
Drink
in the near and the obvious,
a
butterfly meandering haphazardly,
cars
queueing persistently,
taking
in points that are curious.
Wallow
in the experiences happily,
feel
nerve endings begin to tingle,
your
heart doing the adrenal jingle,
achieve
serendipitous sublime, cheerfully.
Then
look for the next opportunity,
to
take the benefits from waking,
open
your eyes, keep breathing,
love
every moment of complexity.
For
superficially life is simplicity,
bound
together with intricate biotechs,
rendering
products most complex,
into
delightful eccentricity.
©David L Atkinson August
2018
God Bless
