Upon the highest cliff something awakes
Below is the turquoise-blue ocean glare
While the sun reflects on its silent waves
A butterfly rises up in thin air
My wings felt the warmth of a cloudless sky
I breathed the air and found pleasure, yet
My heart was afraid of flying too high
A sudden descent and I became wet
I saw myself sinking relentlessly
Into the depths of the darkest ocean
Radiant sun and blue faded callously
As I sank with vertiginous motion
A butterfly turned into a falling rock
Could I possibly change my destiny
Could I ever recover from this shock
Or stay in the dark, its immensity
Direful sinking, the dark blue around
Yet looking up, the sight of turquoise-blue
And sunrays despite a fall, that profound
Spoke of the anchors I could hold on to
My arms and legs started to swim upward
A rapid ascent as its previous fall
Reached the surface of the sea so awkward
And saw myself at peace as I recall
Across the ocean so confidently
I swam and could have even sailed a boat
Looked at the world with some complacency
The butterfly can fly, I am afloat
© October 2018 Marta Pombo Sallés
Listen to this poem:
This poem has been partially inspired by the following video:
Oh…. Marta.
So well done!!!
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Thank you so much, Bill. it is always great to hear from you!
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You must know how in command of words you are.
Marta…
It’s brilliant!!
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Thank you again, Bill, for such wonderful appraisal. I am humbled. The fact is I am not aware of my writing and of what effect it might cause on others. What I create feels strange to me as English is also a foreign language. Instead, it feels easy for me to perceive and internalize what other people write and create because I love literature and arts as well as reviewing.
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You… my friend… have a special gift. And I, for one, will forever relish your thoughts and words.
😊😊 !!!
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Wow, you are always so kind!! Perhaps this gift is indeed in many of us; in you there is no doubt. Let’s keep on sharing! ☀🌈⭐🌿😊
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Yes… just right.
We will, for sure, keep sharing!!!
❤️😊❤️!!!
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Wonderful reading and poem on hope… really thought provoking yet so descriptively beautiful, Marta. Thank you for sharing this. Great piece of writing!
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Thank you so much, Iris. Your comment means a lot to me, very encouraging!
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Keep writing and sharing… it also helps others to see a different perspective, Marta.
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Touching imagery Marta.
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I am glad it touched you. Thank you so much, Renee!
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Oh such a treat for on a Sunday morning, a wonderful poem to read, and glorious audio recital to listen to, and an entertaining video to watch, all round a lovely message of hope, and you’ve evoked all of my sense… well done Marta..
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Your comment means a lot to me, Ivor. I am glad you have enjoyed this poem with the video. Also, I like that I have sent a message of hope. That was exactly the idea!
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It truly was a great post Marta, and it’s always my pleasure to respond. xx
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Thank you again, Ivor. You are very kind. I love this community of great poets like you all! 🌈🌿☀
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Lol xx
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Congratulation dear I nominated you for an award http://mybcuniverse.wordpress.com check it out
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Thank you so much. I am humbled and will surely check it out!
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Absolutely wondrous, Marta.
Hope springs eternal, in verse.
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Thank you so much, David! Hope springs eternal… Wow, love this!
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Such a beautiful poem..loved it!😍
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Thank you so much for this lovely comment, Aditi! So glad you appreciate this. 😍
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You’re most welcome dear😊😊
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Sure, this poem of your is a wonderfully beautiful butterfly!!
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I am truly satisfied that you see the poem as a butterfly in itself, a symbol of hope and freedom. Thank you so much, Newton!
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You are very welcome, Marta!!
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A thorough delight to read👍🏻👌🏻💐
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Thank you so much. 😊🌷
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Very nice poem Marta. I like the colorful detail and imagery of the butterfly.
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Thank you so much, Donald. The butterfly displays its wings of hope, yet it has to avoid flying too high. Remember the Greek myth of the Icarus’ flight; the wings made by his father Daedalus melt with the sun and Icarus falls into the deepest ocean. I think this myth was in the back of my mind when I wrote the poem. I also had in mind a poem by Sylvia Plath, “Words”, where a white skull falls into the water and the poet contemplates life “from the bottom of the pool”. Unlike Icarus and Plath the subject of my poem gathers the necessary strength to move up and reach the surface of the water. In doing so, the temporary failure is taken as a life lesson trying to reach balance in life.
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I would like to see the butterfly “climb the thin air”. I like the idea of personifying butterfly by putting human viewpoint to it.
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Lovely poem Marta!
It shows resilience. You get knocked down! So what?!
You get back up!
It also shows hope. Without hope, all is gone. Hope is what keeps us going! Thinking…’there’s more…keep swimming’
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Lovely comment, Kat. You got the exact message. Thank you so much!
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Oh, Marta, this is so beautiful. The last line took my breath away!
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Thank you so much, Susan. I am so glad you have received the poem this way. Hope it cheers you up a bit! Warm hugs. 🌈☀🍀🌷😘
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This is such a lovely poem, full of marvelous imagery. I loved it. My own poem about a butterfly pales in comparison. I hope you don’t mind if I share it.
BUTTERFLY
© 2016 Barbara Grace Lake
Oh look at me
I dance on air beneath the sky
On fragile, airy, cloud-like wings
Puffed up by winds I cannot see
Oh look at me
My wings are colored fibrous light
That flicker in and out of sight
Then drift so ever gently down
Oh look at me
Reflections of the morning sun
And ever lofted azure blue
But seasons I have only one
Oh look at me.
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Very beautiful, Barbara. Your butterfly poem does not pale at all. I like its lyricism. Comparisons are hateful. Remember my poem “Confidence” you have just read.
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Nice. Can’t resist a butterfly poem. 👍
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Thank you so much, Mark!
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You’re welcome.
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That’s the beauty , it’s so poetic, so vivid and beautiful, it takes you somewhere else, really brilliant 👏🏻👏🏻
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Thank you again, Monika, for such a lovely and encouraging comment.
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‘sun reflects on it silent waves’ Draws me into the Poem’s beauty. Straightaway the imagery rises up as I continue to read. Beautifully written right to the end.
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Thank you so much, Susan. I appreciate your comment.
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I can so relate to this poem.
“The butterfly can fly, I am afloat” says it all – eternal hope that keeps us going against all odds. There may be momentary glitches but as long as we have our sights at the target, we shall rise.
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Yea!
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I am glad you can relate to this poem, Pranab. Thank you so much for taking your time to read and comment.
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Riffing “Afloat” by Moments
Even in imaginings, flying eludes,
especially if shadowing a coast;
the daring you display exudes,
my thoughts of flying non plussed.
I can’t fathom descent near a rim,
water below, in sight of a shore;
truth be told, I cannot swim,
sinking like a rock to ocean floor.
In my dreams, there is driftwood,
with many branches, spread wide;
if it had Spanish moss, I could
settle horizontal, successfully hide.
The tides and winds, in my favor,
the shore line increasingly nearer,
this is turning into a voyage to savor;
the here to there, becoming clearer.
Would’ve been better had I, in advance,
recalled, moss is an alligator magnet.
Might I elude then? Not a chance…
Cute as they are, they won’t make a pet.
Break a limb for a paddle, ninety degrees,
up the shoreline, in desperation;
I am I’ll equipped for life on the seas.
I do better in a dry land situation.
If there is one message here for me to get,
it is, don’t go near air or water without a net.
Michael Todd (2018)
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Should be “ill equipped.”
Writing on a cell phone is tedious.
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Wow, what a lovely poem, Michael. Mine pales next to yours.
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I have not posted a poem in my realm, in a full year. That you inspired me to try something speaks volumes… Thank you, kindly. 🙂
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You are very welcome and also a talented poet.
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Prolific, powerful and expressed in a manner that grabs the readers. Absolutely loved it! ❤
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Thank you so much. Your comment means a lot to me.
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It truly was a great piece of writing. ❤
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Thank you again. Wish you a lovely week!
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Would you mind if I was to read your poem aloud to some friends? I would be careful to tell them, at the outset, that you are the writer, and would include you URL to this post.
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Well, thank you so much, Michael. I am honored. I never thought my humble attempts at writing poetry would be that much appreciated. Of course you can. By the way, I would like to read more of your poems. Where are you in the realms of wordpress?
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http://myketodd.blogspot.com/
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Thank you. Will get to this ASAP.
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Wow, I have just read your last poem, “The Wicker Will Leave” and liked it very much for its depth in meaning, the dialogue format, the flow and rhyming. Sometimes rhymes sound artificial, but yours don’t. They sound natural and are beautifully crafted. (just read this one because I’m leaving for work in a few minutes) Thank you so much again for taking your time to read my humble poem. You are a very talented poet.
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Thank you, Marta. You are far too kind.
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You are welcome. Michael. Kindness and honesty are very important in life.
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Marta, exquisitely penned- such a melodious flow of words and beauty. Stunning!
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Thank you so much, Lance. Your comment means a lot to me. Writing this poem meant therapy and liberation to me. I am glad so many of you like it.
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Marta, it is my sincere pleasure. That’s exactly what writing poetry should do. I immensely enjoyed reading it!
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Thank you again, Lance. You are very kind.
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You are so very welcome, Marta.
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When I asked you if I could read this poem to some of my friends, this was what I had in mind. Thank you.
http://www.blogtalkradio.com/speakeasycafe/2019/01/04/the-speakeasy-cafe-online-spoken-word–open-mic-poetry-radio-show–call-in
The show began with Nyla Alisia making announcements, then there is a pre-rocorded piece by Nyla, followed by another pre-recorded piece by Starr Severon, then a live poem from Tammy Jones, and then me…
My Begin Time : 37:20
My End Time : 42:40
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Thank you so much, Myke. That was a great reading of my poem. I am humbled.
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Thank you again for allowing me to read your poem. It was quite a treat for me.
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You are very kindly welcome, Myke.
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Hello again, Myke! Just read a lovely poem of yours, “The Wicker Will Weave”. This poem is beautifully crafted in content and form, Michael. You describe the end of a love relationship through the thoughts, feelings and reactions of the first person narrator, and also with those of the third person female character. This she-person appears like a ghost in a sort of dialogue with the voice of the poem. I like this literary device very much as well as all the imagery you use; so beautiful, deep and poignant. Also, I love the flow and alternate rhyming structure you use for each character.
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Thank you, Marta… Still waiting for that curtain call and those loose ends to tie themselves together. 😉
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Well, let us see what this new year will bring us. I hope there will be some improvements for humankind. We need to keep up with our non-violent civil resistance movements in each world corner to fight any sort of power abuse.
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And we should never give up on hope for better.
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You take my breath away, such a talent you have🦋I love this poem. It was so genuine and heartfelting to me. I could feel I recognize myself a little bit in your words🦋
Thank you for let me read this❤️
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You are welcome. I thought you would recognise yourself in this poem. That is why I sent you the link. So glad you enjoyed this. ❤️
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