This prairie’s thick with butterflies.
From bloom to bloom they make a trip
as summer’s winds through flowers slip
at home with life and cloudy skies.
These butterflies distract my eyes
like yellow leaves that float and fall.
They calmly work though very small.
While on this journey patiently,
though home seems far away from me,
I’ll walk and pray, obey the call.
Ronovan Hester offers the rhyme word “trip” to be used in a B line of a décima having rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC for this week’s challenge. And Eugenia offers “journey” for her prompt this week.



What a stunning photo. Very clever poem. Always a great choice to obey.
Blessings.
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Thank you, Michael!
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Frank,
I like the way you contrast the temporal and the eternal. Beautifully done.
pax,
dora
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Thank you, Dora!
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Beautifully written piece, Frank! The stunning photo is a perfect compliment.
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Thank you, Eugenia! I am glad the butterfly sat still long enough to get a few photos.
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I love your poem, it’s beautiful! 🦋🙏 …as is the butterfly photo!
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Thank you, Lisa! I am glad that butterfly sat still long enough to take some photos.
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Hope you had a blessed Saturday
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It is a blessed Saturday. I hope yours is blessed as well.
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It was thanks!!!
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This is a lovely poem, Frank.
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Thank you, Robbie!
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I love that word choice of the wind “slip”ping through flowers.
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Thank you, Jenna!
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Beautiful poem and photo. Well done, Frank.
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Thank you, Mark!
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