Inspiration for a poem can strike anytime, anywhere and the appearance of a butterfly at our OMNight in a baltic February triggered two such odes. Coming down from the rafters for the heat of the spotlights Mother nature's entertainer stole the show from us fumbling humans.
by B. Rodney
A butterfly appeared tonight
in the middle of a song, and fluttered
fleetingly into the beat.
I watched its struggle to find the light
that it might land and feel safe for a while.
And I imagined that's
what we had in common, that winged
intruder and I- flopping fearlessly,
fearfully searching for a sanctuary..
And then I got distracted by
a poem, or was it a story? A tale?
Yes, a tall tale.
Open Mic Flight
by M Kelly
February flutters by,
In winter's grasp
Lent a glimpse of summer's heat
A welcome unseasonal treat
To an audience appreciating art
While Mother Nature tears apart
Any challenge, provide we might
To her, poetry, her song, her flight.