MELODY OF CONFUSION

                                              
                                                     For Dianne Cooper


A butterfly, shinning in the sun, flew across my eyes,
Lost and lonely with its frame in confusion,
Like the sadness of a melancholy melody,
About a noncohesive woman with the loveliness of a weak butterfly.

It’s wings were fixed with confusion of colors,
It’s anatomy torn still illuminating in the sun,
It’s colors blending like the words of a sad melody,
About a lost woman, sad lonely and colored in diffusion.

That butterfly flew from my eyes weakly,
Disappearing in its forlornness in the sun,
That melancholy melody of a woman,
Lingered sad words of her confusion.

Lovely as a forlorn butterfly,
The woman shined in the sun,
With all the weakness of that butterfly’s frame,
In a melancholic melody of confusion.

Theodore Arthur Pinnock
July 19, 1980