Choose a Mood

Metal moans
and brake lines squeal
as rubber comes to a crawl –
tie-up on the highway.

Roadside wildflowers flourish,
attract birds and bees alike –
a butterfly floats by, nonchalant.

Tempers flare, impatience inches,
horns no deterrence for maddening halt.

Let me be the butterfly, I pray,
carefree in the midst of such fray.

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VJ

Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

22 thoughts on “Choose a Mood”

  1. Being stuck in traffic is a great time to look around and notice what we usually fly by. I liked the way you alternated the traffic jam stanzas with the free butterfly stanzas. That had a nice flow to it and the juxtaposition was very effective.

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