I have to kiss the world
twice as hard now.
I have to feel the weight
of each leg of every butterfly
that chooses to alight on my skin.
I have to drench myself
in the feel of moss
and twilight colors
over and over again
to make my heart full and heavy
with all the world’s subtle delights
to outweigh the grief it carries.
Photo by Karina Vorozheeva on Unsplash
Song Choice: Nature Boy covered by Aurora
Liner Notes for This Groove: This poem was created for the Friday Writing's Prompt at Poets and Storytellers United. It asked us to use a cliché in an unusual way.
Profound and beautiful, Rommy!
ReplyDeleteThis is lovely.. especially "feel the weight / of each leg of every butterfly" .. reach out for the small joys to balance the grief... yes, that resonates!
ReplyDelete" . . . drench myself in the feel of moss . . ."
ReplyDeleteNow, that is "down to earth".
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An absolutely wonderful reframing of the title cliché!
ReplyDeleteWell, that's an interesting reconsideration of a cliche. Liking butterflies but not liking to touch them, I'm sort of impressed by anyone who *can* "feel the weight of each leg of every butterfly" as if it were different from the leg of an ant.
ReplyDeleteHow wonderful!!! To compose poetry around a "cliche title" ... quite brilliant.
ReplyDeleteYou can tell, I relished a cliché or two, verbatim and unadorned - except for a sprinkle of humour, for which I beg forgiveness...
ReplyDeleteP.S. I should have said thanks to a Linky List that lead me here. I hope my humour may lighten a little any heavy hearts who visit. ♥.
ReplyDeleteNice poem based on a heavy hearted cliche... Rall
ReplyDeleteSubtle delights carrying the grief is a very apt phrase
ReplyDeleteThe world is a royal mess at the moment. So, let the extra-hard-kissing begin...
ReplyDeleteGosh. So many feels in this write. And I feel them!
ReplyDelete"drench myself in the feel of moss"
ReplyDeletePowerful writing, Rommy!
We need those subtle delights to help cope with grief. Beautiful poem, Rommy.
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