A Poem for Evan

This poem was written at work in 2008 (during lunch). Two of my colleagues were sitting with me discussing each others writing styles. I mentioned that I write poetry. So, the challenge was for me to write a poem within the hour. I wrote about my colleagues son-to-be, Evan.

From a dreary hangar, perched high in the air,

a butterfly sits with a lonely stare.

Soothing is the silence, from which it came,

to a dull existence, it’s contained.

In time it will fly, as the cocoon will erupt,

in the meantime it matures, as its season shapes up.

From a dreary hangar, perched high in the tree,

soon our butterfly will be esprit.

Turn winter, turn spring, warm breezes in the air,

off comes the wrapping of its gentle snare.

Churning, churning, and churning with glee,

the cocoon is open, our butterfly is free.

Perched gently atop a flower’s flare,

for Evan to watch with a gentle stare.

Cire

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Author: ciresodysseys

I have no idea of what I'll write, when I'll write, though I will write. Consume with a grain of salt, please.

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  1. To me, correct me if I’m wrong, is that point in everyone’s life where one, not change who they are, but shed away the past chapters of their lives and want to start anew. It’s a moment that is confusing, and bittersweet. Evan is essential here though, I think, although only mentioned once. I think Evan is going through this very life experience, and is seeing it unfold in nature.

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