Flutterby

Have you ever been
through the looking glass, yourself?
Can it be worth it?

Dull ache of crossing over,
relearning of left from right,
all bold things being equal,

and still, you’ll never
actually catch the dragon?
The unicorn? The flutterby?

Is it better to wait; to
admit that you truly miss
them, gaging the distance from

your side of the glass
where there is still suffering,
rules, just as unjust,

but at least you know
the horizon and beyond
are never meant to be caught?

Anyway, I truly miss you.

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Written for NaPoWriMo Day 27 Prompt:

“In today’s (optional) prompt, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem inspired by an entry from the Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows. The entries are very vivid – maybe too vivid! But perhaps one of the sorrows will strike a chord with you, or even get you thinking about defining an in-between, minor, haunting feeling that you have, and that does not yet have a name.”

NaPoWriMo Day 27 Prompt

I didn’t pick a single entry, as reading through most of them put me in a melancholic zone, and I was already pretty bummed-out from my day job to begin with. Let’s just say that the Obscure Sorrows’ body of work inspired me to write this.