Iron Butterfly



the room is dark
a stupid hippie song begins

my brother says it's like a butterfly
on a journey

there and back again

safe and with friends at first
and then going through a dangerous canyon
alone

suddenly there is a butterfly before us
made with his hands
flapping finger wings with a thumb thorax

the butterfly is joined by a companion
then another
and together they fly to the extended solos

suddenly there is feedback
'that's the cry'
my brother grabs me by the shoulders
'that's the cry of the butterfly!'

for some reason
it makes perfect sense

after 14 minutes and 5 seconds
the song reaches that logical crescendo
and we both bring in the final chorus
nodding our heads in time together





Poetry by Blue River
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Written on 2009-02-07 at 01:27

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normalil
You're lucky you only saw butterflies. Gorgeous and innocent creatures.
2009-02-08


Peter J. Kautsky
this is great -- the frailty, the courage, the unity all alive in a unified poem.
2009-02-07


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2009-02-07



I really like this image, the finger picture helped too. Jimmy Hendrix would be proud...grinning at you, Tai
2009-02-07