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In unexpected flight, a butterfly
Punctuates my day.
Snared
Against a momentary screen,
Held
Against the darkness
Of a day not wisely spent,
The whiteness
Of its wings,
The slightness
Of its being
Released me from myself
And let me soar
In unexpected flight.
Leslie P. Garcia
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...and on a lighter, more hopeful note... (This poem previously appeared in Capper's Weekly.)
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| Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green |
12/20/2003 |
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| This is wonderful, Leslie. I love the way you varied line length to create tension. Brava!!! |
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| Reviewed by Regina Pounds |
7/26/2002 |
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"..held against the darkness of a day not wisely spent..."
that's excellent, Leslie!
Gina |
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| Reviewed by Anwer Sher |
2/28/2002 |
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| superb |
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| Reviewed by Charles Mann (Reader) |
2/25/2002 |
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| excellent,Charlie |
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
2/24/2002 |
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| beautiful and enlightening... |
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| Reviewed by Alain Gracio |
2/24/2002 |
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| Butterflies everywhere! My love doth at my chamber/heart. Tick,talk, speaking at the base of willows/heart trembling Druids /Heart a long, thy tender road. |
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