Butterfly Infestation


 
Image provide by The Mag 151



I had the wool
pulled over my eyes.

It was bright pink nonsense
of I was your only love.

I ignored the signs of untruth
to dance in the starlight of denial.

Funny what the mind will edit
when butterflies infest common sense.


©Susie Clevenger 2013

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Comments

J Cosmo Newbery said…
LOL! I don't know - only a mother could love one of those!
January 14, 2013 at 2:53 AM
Gemma Wiseman said…
First the image of "bright pink nonsense" seemed to cavort with a pink elephant connection, and then the idea of butterflies infesting...somehow I think of something once so beautiful has a darker, secret venom. Quite a picturesque drama for me in your delightful poem!
January 14, 2013 at 3:09 AM
anthonynorth said…
Great words, and the first line is excellent.
January 14, 2013 at 4:21 AM
Berowne said…
Dancing in the starlight of denial - beatifully put.
January 14, 2013 at 5:01 AM
Janine Bollée said…
Now, is that brilliant or what? I love every phrase in every line.
And I shall be ignoring the signs of untruth whenever I'm aware of them forever now :-)
January 14, 2013 at 5:12 AM
Karen said…
When I saw this picture, I wondered what on earth a poet would do with it. Butterfly Infestation lets me know.
January 14, 2013 at 5:36 AM
Abin Chakraborty said…
bravo.delightfully done.perfect mixture of wry bitter and true.
January 14, 2013 at 5:56 AM
Laurie Kolp said…
Love your take on the prompt, Susie.
January 14, 2013 at 6:45 AM
Unknown said…
Your last line is so true!!
January 14, 2013 at 6:53 AM
Grandmother Mary said…
Oh, well said, and haven't we all been there!
January 14, 2013 at 7:04 AM
Theresa Milstein said…
Butterflies infest common sense. Love it!
January 14, 2013 at 7:05 AM
Anonymous said…
I love your title, and your poem!
January 14, 2013 at 8:17 AM
Grace said…
I like the bright pink of nonsense and ignoring the signs of untruth ~ Good take on the prompt Susie ~
January 14, 2013 at 8:41 AM
Kerry O'Connor said…
Oh dear, I always think of your butterflies in a positive light. That image is perfect for this post.
January 14, 2013 at 9:23 AM
Sherry Blue Sky said…
This interpretation of the picture made me smile......especially the opening lines.
January 14, 2013 at 10:36 AM
Herotomost said…
I am completely blind in the presence of those butterflies...always have been. That feeling is like crack to me. Great poem susie...hits a nerve.
January 14, 2013 at 10:59 AM
Little Nell said…
Ah yes those butterfly infestations - who has not experienced them? A lesson indeed.
January 14, 2013 at 11:08 AM
Helen said…
Love the fluttery feel of your poem, Susie .. butterflies are magical.
January 14, 2013 at 12:24 PM
Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said…
Loved every line of this--what a great response to this prompt!
January 14, 2013 at 1:33 PM
Laura said…
love, love, LOVE that last line especially!!!
January 14, 2013 at 2:13 PM
Susan Anderson said…
I really liked this one, Susie. A LOT.

=)
January 14, 2013 at 2:28 PM
my heart's love songs said…
you describe so perfectly how we participate in the deceit when we ignore what's right in front of us because we WANT to believe.

LOVE "when butterflies infest common sense"

♥
January 14, 2013 at 3:41 PM
Anonymous said…
love this! :-)
January 14, 2013 at 10:46 PM
Sharp Little Pencil said…
Susie, the image is so fitting... coated in Pepto Bismol, yet still able to cradle a drink to help the denial! A sad tale, to be sure, that unwillingness to face facts. And yet, isn't that part of the process? Great write! Amy
http://sharplittlepencil.com/2013/01/11/zen-man/
January 15, 2013 at 1:09 AM
kaykuala said…
Butterflies flutter in your poems. That makes it more into reality, Susie!

Hank
January 15, 2013 at 4:44 AM
Sreeja said…
Bright pink nonsense- conveys so much... Such brilliant write...
January 15, 2013 at 4:50 AM
James Rainsford said…
Ah Susie, we all all seduced by the desire for love. Brilliant poem.
January 15, 2013 at 1:16 PM
Silent Otto said…
Bittersweet yet jaunty!
January 17, 2013 at 6:02 AM
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