Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
Butterfly is a halo effect.
The B word lands on one’s lips.
It becomes hope and triumph.
One should take a closer look.
Not all butterflies are born equal
or fly in resurrected freedom.
Some are more splendor in looks.
Some are midiocre at best.
Some are just ugly moths die trying hard.
Butterfly is a spectrum.
Butterfly effect lies in the small details.
I am a Viceroy
leaving milkweeds to Monarchs
See the black line across my wings
A thing about Monarchs
they feed on milkweeds
making them toxic
and perhaps why they are
the king of farts
Is there such a thing as
vegan lactose intolerance?
…
Imagine coming into the world
filled with rage
so intense from your cocoon
intent on surviving
with every beat of your heart
then you become a beautiful butterfly
Small Variation
Butterfly is a halo effect.
The B word lands on one’s lips.
It becomes hope and triumph.
One should take a closer look.
Not all butterflies are born equal
or fly in resurrected freedom.
Some are more splendor in looks.
Some are midiocre at best.
Some are just ugly moths die trying hard.
Butterfly is a spectrum.
Butterfly effect lies in the small details.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Love the not all butterflies are born equal. Great work!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks Poet!
LikeLiked by 1 person
I am a Viceroy
leaving milkweeds to Monarchs
See the black line across my wings
A thing about Monarchs
they feed on milkweeds
making them toxic
and perhaps why they are
the king of farts
Is there such a thing as
vegan lactose intolerance?
…
Imagine coming into the world
filled with rage
so intense from your cocoon
intent on surviving
with every beat of your heart
then you become a beautiful butterfly
LikeLiked by 2 people
oooo… Love that last stanza. Brilliant!
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thank you!
LikeLiked by 2 people
That last stanza is actually a stand alone poem. I put the three dots to separate. I am going to look at it some more to see if I need to do more.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Ah… I wondered what those three dots represented. Still, it’s a great little poem.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thank you!
LikeLiked by 2 people
‘the king of farts’ 😅
LikeLiked by 1 person
Hail king of bugs
LikeLike
Truth is stranger than fiction! LOL
LikeLike
Lol
LikeLiked by 1 person
A flashing warning
alight in Halloween colors
I taste bad so go away
But to my eyes
that feast only of your reflected glory
you are indeed a splendid feast
LikeLiked by 2 people
oops… second feast … try treat.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Very nice. I hadn’t thought of the Halloween connection. Well done.
LikeLike
Me too, I can see the colour similarity in the picture and the Halloween theme.
LikeLike
Oh, King of bugs
You reign over distance
May you reign forever more
LikeLiked by 2 people
All Hail the King of Bugs! Nicely done.
LikeLike
A Haiku Bart …
“Witty Butterfly”
singing butterfly
decrees, have my wings and fly
join me in the sky
LikeLiked by 4 people
I love the image of a butterfly singing. Well done!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you Bart 🦋🎶
LikeLiked by 1 person
Check out Whispers and Echoes. They just put out a call for Butterfly poems.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you Bart … I shall have a look …
LikeLiked by 2 people