The Human Effect
The last butterfly
flutters its wings,
drives the waves
on the other side
of a distant ocean,
then, deletes itself
from the existence
it fleetingly owns.
We watch until
the sun disappears
over the horizon,
and the butterfly dies.
The last butterfly
flutters its wings,
drives the waves
on the other side
of a distant ocean,
then, deletes itself
from the existence
it fleetingly owns.
We watch until
the sun disappears
over the horizon,
and the butterfly dies.
Thanks, Graham and Keith for the comments.
Thanks, Tom, Binte, Tapashree for the likes.
Jon,
I can only echo the words of Graham. Every thought, act, or word has an impact in one way or another. Your poem gives rise to quite some thought.
Thank you for this
Keith
Everything has an impact Jon. Has the makings of a Koan
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Jon Stainsby
Wed 6th Nov 2019 06:27
Thank you, Po