Friday, May 06, 2005

Centrifugal Force

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I am a butterfly
who does not
yet understand
centrifugal force.
©Peggy Eldridge-Love-All Rights Reserved

This poem is a very early one. It spoke then of my thirst for personal flight, my ability to fly, but my total lack of understanding of the process itself. Time hasn't altered that. My dearest friend, Joycelyn, reminded me not long ago of my passion once upon a time for butterflies. I collected them in every shape, form, or image I could. Someone enamor of me when I was in my twenties, an artist, sought to declare his love by showering me with dozens of butterfly paintings, sculptures and even jewelry he designed just for me. When and where I stopped feeling that all consuming affinity to the butterfly I don't know, but somewhere along the way I set them aside. In later years I began collecting turtles -- quite a contrast, huh?

But, being reminded, I took a little internal inventory and realized that when the butterfly in me was free flowing so too was my joy. I'm going back now to reclaim them, to embrace their beauty, their legacy, their strength. And in so doing I once more realized that, yes, I AM A BUTTERFLY who does not yet understand centrifugal force, but I don't have to in order to be able to let my soul fly free!


Dee said...

Love your poems and beautiful pictures

Shelia said...

Deep...and I love butterflies.

Peggy said...

Dee, forgive me. I'm tardy with the thank you. I am always so flattered when you visit my blog.

Peggy said...

I do too. Funny how I forgot how much I loved them for so long!