I Can't Believe It's Butter

It is life near the bone where it is sweetest. - Thoreau

Image: Pinterest

a tranquil, halcyon abutter

i laid down in a field spread with demulcent cups of butter

butterflies danced there too, all a-flutter

a place where angels hymned and demons could only stutter

all of them my blood and kin

products of the same divine synonym

soulful, rejuvenating lotion to my skin

much to my chagrin

thank heaven god doesn't use margarine

Author's Note

“How sweet it would be to treat men and things, for an hour, for just what they are! [...] When we are weary with travel, we lay down our load and rest by the wayside. So, when we are weary with the burden of life, why do we not lay down this load of falsehoods which we have volunteered to sustain, and be refreshed as never mortal was? Let the beautiful laws prevail. Let us not weary ourselves by resisting them. When we would rest our bodies we cease to support them; we recline on the lap of the earth. So, when we would rest our spirits, we must recline on the Great Spirit. Let things alone; let them weigh what they will; let them soar of fall.” - Thoreau

Reviews

[lightsong]

from the moment I entered your page, read the title and gazed upon the photo... I found myself warmly smiling... the poem is a sweet song, a hymn for the spirit. sweet like nectar, pure like a raindrop... to unrevealed everything about us, true and bare, back to the source...only the source and nothing else fake. and again... how your smartness meld with your lovely pen, just wonderful and so admired by me.

[Pete]

thank you my dear sonnetary friend. blessings your way ... :)

[lightsong]

Sonnetary :> I love 🤍

[Pete]

i should use that in a poem ... :)

[lightsong]

Lol You stole my secret thought 😁

Let me know when You write it ☺️

[jacob erin-cilberto]

nope he does not...only the pure stuff for that spirit in the sky.
clever wordplay here, Pete.
j.

[Pete]

thanks j. watch out for that cholesterol ... :)

[willweb]

A very cool abstract poem in a vibrant shade of yellow. I see swatches draped over fence lines and gardens bragging that they know the artist personally. Very cool.

[Pete]

thank you. we are one with nature - we know it and it knows us ... :)