In the Beginning

 

Butterfly Beginnings

 

In the Beginning
there was nothing
but darkness
brooding over
darkness.

Wisp of dream,
like infintisimal butterfly wings,
fluttered through
and no one ever knew
from where
it came.

And darkness reached
out to swallow
that flitting movement,
couldn’t allow such
within its presence.

Essence of dream
was need of transformation.
And the darkness
was transformed,
would never be the same.

And so two were locked
in eternal contrast
from which all else
has been created.

Elizabeth Crawford  5/25/11

For We Write Poems poetry prompt: Everything, and how it began
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Also for Writers Island prompt: Visual
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This is the Visual for today’s prompt:  5/28/11

 

Process Notes: When I saw the prompt the first words of this piece began to whisper in my ear. But, would go no further. Rather than struggle with it, I turned to something else. A digital image, I’ve been playing with for several days. The result of that was the above image. When it was finished, the rest of the poem came easily. Have always been intrigued with the theory that the flutter of a butterfly’s wings on one side of the globe, could eventually cause a tsunami on the other side of the same globe. The four wings of a butterfly symbolize the four stages of its own transformation from pupa to fluttering wings. Even a tiny dream, if allowed, can become something of tsunami force.