Tattered, imperfect wings.
Nature nurtures the spirits of
The battered and broken.
I took this butterfly photo in Shenandoah National Park (Virginia.) I stalked butterflies during our entire trip, but as I zoomed in on this one, I noticed that the wings looked torn. This butterfly rested longer than others I’d seen. The others would tease me. They would linger just long enough to catch my eye…then flutter away, often before I had a chance to focus. Even with its obvious imperfection, I marveled at its beauty.
We observed from a distance, then let it be; reluctant to interrupt nature’s course.
It ‘s a beautiful picture of a butterfly
Thanks, Newwhitebear. I liked the colors!
This poor butterfly kind of depicts how we all get from time to time — battered by life, but intent on carrying on. Good job, Janna!
You summed it up well, Debbie! Maybe that’s why I was so intrigued by it.
Thanks, Catherine! I’m glad you stopped by.
Exquisite. Thoughts, words, and picture.
Thanks so much for reading, Phil!
Beautiful and awesome poem:)
Thank you, Vishal! I’m glad you stopped by.
What a beautiful (yet broken) butterfly and a great poem 😀
Thanks, Dianne. I’m glad you enjoyed the photo and poem!
Nicely written, Janna. Great subject. Tattered wings don’t seem to keep them from the work they were sent to do.
I think of you when I see butterflies, Patti. Not too many around here but I’m looking at planting some things that butterflies like so maybe they’ll come visit me 🙂
It makes me wonder how much pain a butterfly can feel from a broken wing like this. I’m sorry for the massive comment dump, but I’m catching up from a weekend away. There’s never enough hours in a day!
I hope it doesn’t feel pain, that would be sad. I love it when you stop by and comment, Sandra…it doesn’t matter if it’s throughout the week or in one day. I appreciate you taking the time to read and comment 🙂
Thanks for reading, Polysyllabic Profundities 🙂
I like the metaphor and the imagery. You should get this published.
Thanks, Lance! I’m glad you liked this one 🙂
“Carried by tattered and imperfect wings…” Each of us carries on despite our torn and shredded wings. Lovely images, and the depth of your words always grabs my belly. Thanks ever so for sharing.
I appreciate you reading, Diane. Thank you for your kind comment – it’s always nice to know when my words affect someone 🙂
Thanks so much for reading, Tayyeba!
You are welcome. ^^
Inspiring poem, gorgeous photo. 🙂
what a beautiful pic. so sad his little wing is torn. I love butterflies.
I love butterflies too, Patty. I don’t like to find them injured.