Sunday, January 24, 2010

TGIM

One of the Butterflies

by W. S. Merwin

The trouble with pleasure is the timing
it can overtake me without warning
and be gone before I know it is here
it can stand facing me unrecognized
while I am remembering somewhere else
in another age or someone not seen
for years and never to be seen again
in this world and it seems that I cherish
only now a joy I was not aware of
when it was here although it remains
out of reach and will not be caught or named
or called back and if I could make it stay
as I want to it would turn to pain.

9 comments:

  1. A wonderful sentiment and fab art.

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  2. The photo reminds me of the movie, Chocolat. In the last seen, there was a winged woman dancing at the festival on Easter Sunday.

    The poetry is haunting.

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  3. and that's the last scene. ugh. tired tonight!

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  4. Glad to know you are still fluttering around. Always a pleasure.

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  6. What a fantastic photo. I'm always delighted by what I find here.

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  7. How beautiful and true. It is always such a challenge to be in the present. The window to happiness is right now.

    I can always count on you for my poetry fix.

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Hey, thanks for your thoughts and your time:>)