[563] Butterfly
To round off the theme, a guest poem from Uma Raman <umaraman@>
Down the air
He falls sun-lazy
Debonair
Upon a daisy;
Now he drifts
To fall between
Snowy rifts
Of scented bean;
And where petals
Lift in flight,
There he settles
Hid from sight.
-- S. Thomas Ansell
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The real test....
Read the poem out aloud. The musicality and rhyme actually make you
drunk as you follow this tippler's descent.
Uma
From: P G MURTHY <pgmurthy@>
Dear friends,
That was a very beautiful poem. I can see the butterfly with all its beauty
gentling descending amidst the peace of a garden and the flowers. I wonder
who is this poet, what else has he or she written? Can Umaraman enlighten me
who is woefully ignorant?
P.G.Murthy