Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA
..Just a short one before I hit the road for North Carolina. This poem was the title of a book I wrote and also explains my philosophy of poetry. The book still sits in my desk drawer......
"The barefoot butterfly?" What does this mean
I asked in tone quite terse.
"The strangest words I've ever seen
In a book of verse!"
"Where is the strength behind these words?
Where does meaning lie?"
"It is the language of today",
Came the sad reply.
"But surely man must realize
That beauty cannot lie
In something one can't understand!"
"They don't", came the reply.
And so, until my final breath
With pen in hand I'll try
To bring about the needed death
Of the barefoot butterfly.......