photo challenge 22, see saw: morning’s breath

Sarolta Ban

morning’s breath


warm shoulder




orange and black

Monarch butterfly

in miniature

I crick

my neck

to admire it’s

colour scheme

while it

in balance

wonders when

sun bright sunflowers

became delicate

yellow and green plaid

with wide leaves

milk weed soft

strangely still

in morning’s breath


22 thoughts on “photo challenge 22, see saw: morning’s breath

  1. Pat August 22, 2014 / 7:13 pm

    Such evocative imagery and suggestiveness in this “silent” piece —- pause for breath and silence as one would in wonder and awe when watching a butterfly close by. Delighted that you had a glorious gift of a quiet friend to visit with you.

    You translated the experience so very well. :)


    • phylor August 23, 2014 / 8:57 pm

      Thanks Pat. I do like it when butterflies land on me. I’ve been to butterfly conservatories and it is just so wonderful to be surrounded by colour and light.
      At one of the places we take walks, the air can be full of dragonflies, who like to land on heads and arms.

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      • Pat August 23, 2014 / 9:11 pm

        Such a wealth of light and airiness – certainly magical.

        I adore dragonflies – although some tend to crash land more than alight gracefully – but still, it is magic – awesome when we are graced with beauty in such numbers; it feels like we then know our place in the world better.


        • phylor August 26, 2014 / 2:58 pm

          Seeing a piece of art in flight reminds me of the wonders of life.
          I agree that nature can help us know our place.

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  2. Tracesofthesoul August 20, 2014 / 1:53 am

    How peaceful and spiritual reading this. I love that you focused on the butterfly. The imagery and tone is so airy. Love it!!!


    • phylor August 20, 2014 / 2:57 am

      Thank you. I’m glad you found the tone is airy. Butterflies have always fascinated me, and this one sat on my shoulder for at least 5 minutes. There is a spiritual nature to butterflies. In their weightless-ness, they can carry our prayers, and dreams skyward.


  3. summerstommy2 August 19, 2014 / 8:07 pm

    Lovely phylor, you create some beautiful images, so well done.


    • phylor August 20, 2014 / 2:58 am

      Thanks! I really should go back on comment on your homeless lady more.


  4. arushiahuja August 19, 2014 / 2:46 pm

    beautiful, lyrical, like a song witha pause for a breath or music every now and then!! :)


    • phylor August 19, 2014 / 3:43 pm

      Thank you for the nice comment. To fill the pause with music is a wonderful idea!


    • phylor August 19, 2014 / 3:45 pm

      The butterfly sat on my shoulder over the weekend. So much like a miniature Monarch, I though of milkweed. I’m glad that you felt an emotional link to my words. Thanks for the nice comment.


  5. mindlovemisery August 19, 2014 / 1:28 pm

    milk weed soft

    strangely still

    in morning’s breath

    Those last lines are especially brilliant my God I wish I had written them!


    • phylor August 19, 2014 / 3:46 pm

      We could pretend you did! (For a small fee of course, lol). I’m glad you liked my poem — again that symmetry of butterfly on my shoulder, butterflies in the picture prompt!


  6. Chèvrefeuille August 19, 2014 / 12:50 pm

    Beautiful poem … i am not a big fan of long poems, but this one is extraordinary …


    • phylor August 19, 2014 / 3:47 pm

      Thank you for dropping by and leaving a comment. It was one of those poems that wrote its self, so it decided where to end!


  7. adameverhard August 19, 2014 / 12:09 pm

    A poem delicate and beautiful, like a butterfly itself.


    • phylor August 19, 2014 / 3:49 pm

      Thanks. When the butterfly sat on my shoulder, it was weightless. I hoped I conveyed this sense, especially given the picture prompt. I’m glad you found the delicacy I hoped was there.


    • phylor August 19, 2014 / 3:50 pm

      Thank you. Having butterflies or dragonflies land on me does feel peaceful, and for a moment, time stops.


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