Analysis of Butterfly Monologue
It's not scary to be the first butterfly in your world, darling.
I don't remember the warmth and shelter of the cocoon,
for it was not I who huddled in that crowd,
but my predecessor.
He died on the threshold of this colorful world. He was just my dream.
Do you know how dreams are forgotten?
Both good and bad.
You need to look out the window
and look at the rising sun.
And any memory of a dream disappears.
You try to recolect it,
and there is a thin dotted line.
You know, darling, the bright sun of love burns all the memories that interfere with it.
I am the firstborn.
My yellow wings flutter against the still blue blue sky. It is also winter below.
Last year's grass was ripe for winter and this year's, and they managed to accumulate green juices, both covered with hoarfrost of the March frost.
Your blue martens leave such clear marks on it. Your footprints.
I'm mentally looking for a flower.
The butterfly must sit on something colorful, fragrant, full of nectar.
But that's not what I was born for.
Not for that.
I was born to fly. As the March primrose, snowdrops and rust announce that spring has come, so the first butterfly announces that summer will come this year.
And it will be warm.
And there will be a sea of colors.
And a butterfly flies to each and is inspired by its fragrances and drinks its nectar.
Pollen from her pet will remain a flower,
and her nectar will give birth to a pupa, butterflies sleep, wrapped in a cocoon.
This is a simple formula for immortality in butterflies.
I will not sit on the flower.
I will not inhale its fragrances.
I will not drink nectar.
I am the first butterfly of your New World.
My yellow wings flutter and write the prologue to your saga. Read these letters correctly, because you have to write the rest.
You dig fragrant soil, thirsty for heat.
You sow a flower garden.
You weed. You caress the Flower.
She is waiting for Butterfly and accumulating nectar. You need to water the Flower and protect it from the wind. He can enjoy her aromas and drink her sweets.
You rejoice for them
and know that life is eternal…
© Copyright: Valentin Luchenko, 2011
Scheme | ABXCXDXEDXFXF XEXX CCXX XXXCCBX CXCXX XDC XXX A |
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Poetic Form | Tetractys (23%) |
Metre | 111011011001110 11010010101001 11111110011 11100 1110111100111111 111111010 1101 11111010 0110101 01010010101 11111 01101101 11100111111010010111 11011 110110010111111101001 1111111001101101010110110111011 111011111111 1100101010 01011110100101110 11111111 111 111111011101011111101100101101111 01111 011101110 0010111010101110001110 10101101010 0010111101010110001 1101010010100010 11111010 111011100 111110 1101101111 110110010101110111001001111101 111011011 1101010 11101010 11101100010010111100100011101110100100101 10111 01111010 1011 |
Closest metre | Iambic heptameter |
Characters | 2,142 |
Words | 391 |
Sentences | 41 |
Stanzas | 8 |
Stanza Lengths | 13, 4, 4, 7, 5, 3, 3, 1 |
Lines Amount | 40 |
Letters per line (avg) | 41 |
Words per line (avg) | 10 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 207 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 50 |
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Zen Joga Poetry
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Written on September 20, 2021
Submitted by tinoluchenko on September 25, 2021
Modified on March 05, 2023
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