Butterfly lessons

Photograph via butterflies.co.za

One of the most interesting things I’ve read recently is the report about a study in which butterflies were found to remember things they learned as caterpillars. It stirs my thoughts to things of a metaphysical nature and prompted this poem as well:

I will remember you
as the butterfly remembers things it learned
in its caterpillar youth.
I will carry everything, even the pain, but
with the wind beneath my wings. — Annette Marie Smith

Here’s a link to the article from NPR, an old one but new to me. ๐Ÿ™‚ Link

Mermaid Storms

Have you noticed
down by the river
when the storm trees sway
that the mermaids come out
and they sing and they play?
But if you look closely
I think you will find
that the mouths that they sing with
are anything but kind.
Just look at those canines
gleaming like pearls
consider the spikes
woven throughout their curls.
Their voices are lovely
but their words are ill.
Don’t dare to answer them
or you’ll be filling the bill
of drowned down by the river
stormy day kill. — Annette Marie Smith

what a cat likes:

to rest its head heavy from purring
tucked into your arm like a book
to tattoo its love with needle nails
invisibly on your skin
again and again
(this is called kneading)
to claim the entire district of yourself
as their own from toes
(for the biting of) to top of head
(for the sitting on)
to steal your breath as they sit comfortably
on the high ground of your chest
and give it back reeking
of fish
and to wander the rooms of your heart
finding its own purrfect kitty corner
to make its sly lair in. — Annette Marie Smith