Stray Thought 10

Once upon a time,
not so long ago in memory,
there was a little girl
who thought her heart
was a fluttering butterfly.

One day she slipped face first
beneath the rear wheel
of her father’s reversing black Pontiac,
and awoke to find
that nothing would ever be the same.

She had yet to learn
that butterflies must keep moving,
forever in migration
toward Mexico, and Mexico
is a hell of a long, long way
from her home
in Northern Wisconsin.

Elizabeth Crawford  11/10/2017

Posted to Micropoetry: November 2017








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5 Responses to Stray Thought 10

  1. Sumana Roy says:

    Oh!…I am liking the strength of butterfly from poem to poem.

    Thanks Sumana. Fragility can hide incredible strength.


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  2. thotpurge says:

    That is a very deep poem, Elizabeth. Our hearts as migratory, seeking warmth where it can is a terrific image… will stay with me forever now. As for that girl, I hope she found the sun wherever she went.

    Lol, Rajani, she believes she found something even better. Something called Poetry.

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  3. This is so profound. 🙂

    Thank you, Celestine…


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  4. jazzytower says:

    That 2nd stanza was jarring. A strong life lesson in this one, and a story of survival. A good one Elizabeth.


    Thank you, Pat. Survival can be a life-long journey filled with doubts, but we all have inner companions of one sort or another,


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  5. So sad tone in such beautiful words..


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