I have contemplated the idea of blogging for some time now. Tonight is the night that that the contemplation ends and the composition of confusion begins.
I know little about the commonalities of blogging, for I have even failed to read the blogs of others, but I have an idea of what a normal blog consists of. This blog will not be a chronicle of my quotidian life, nor will it be fabricated to lift up or put down anyone (accidents do happen). This dumpster of diction will simply be a place for others to attempt to embark on a journey...a journey into this basin of bedlam, this fort of fantasy, this realm of reticence, this world of words: My mind in its raw.
Seeing that it is late this evening, I will hold off on the ranting, expulsion of my mind, and intellectual slaughter, and instead write on a topic just given to me as "inspiration." Butterflies and flowers (>:o)
Butterflies are creatures of beauty.
They are the object of every eye they pass,
Flying by, simply to tease their viewer
With both beauty and freedom.
These creatures, are easily parallelled
By the creatures Pope deemed "Sylphs."
So fragile, these objects of beauty are
And expendable, for there are many
Which share the quality of having a shell of great beauty.
A shell is all these creatures have,
But for so many,
that is all that is required.
Serving as their grounded nemesis,
Flowers too are objects of exceptional beauty,
Or can be.
Each flower holds a different meaning.
Each color of petal,
Speaks on its own.
When plucked,
Picked,
Cut,
Or
Riped,
Flowers can breathe happiness,
Into their recipient.
While embracing the Earth,
They breathe life into all.
With each petal beauty can be seen,
But to truly understand the beauty of the flower,
One would need to devote their life to that pedagogy.
While the beauty of the butterfly,
Tangible may be,
The intangible beauty of the flower
Is the beauty which roots it's self in the heart:
Unrelenting compassion.
An empty shell is just that.
Beauty grows in the soil of the heart,
Not in the eye of the greedy.
Well you just made mine look like CRAP!
ReplyDeleteAnd I'm happy I could provide your inspiration for the evening :) Fine job Mr. Cocherell!
This comment has been removed by the author.
ReplyDeleteExceptional work, Christov (which may be, in the blogosphere, understood as an abbreviated form of Krreeeeeschtaaaallvf!). You have displayed your skill in verse. Honestly, poetry, especially that of the modernists or post-modernists, can be quite intimidating to me. But your work, my friend, was enjoyable. I read it over a number of times and, at length, felt I understood your artistic intent.
ReplyDeleteIs the title of this piece "Butterflies and Flowers"? Also, should the previous question mark reside outside the quotation mark? I believe it should since the question is not contained within the quotes. I apologize, but I tend to obsess over small matters such as these.
(Edit: I felt compelled to delete and re-post this reply after finding a missing period. Perhaps it is best that I don't read over things I have already posted since this site does not (as far as I know) allow you to edit posts. This could become a source of much frustration.)
Sir, this confounded site still confuses me. I cannot say the same for YOUR art, though I may sit baffaled by your diction and syntax, I flounder in your genius. Thank you for your enlightening comment.
ReplyDelete