I recently found a spiral notebook full of exercises I did during a writers group in 2006. This must have been between the time when I wrote on my Palm Pilot via  portable keyboard and laptop or tablet. Most are crap, some might spark an idea for future scribblings. I have been Dragon NaturallySpeaking them into my yWriter project I’ve titled Anthology. This one I felt held promise.
Prompt: Renaissance, unfold, somewhere, consequences.
English: A Butterfly Taken at Tropical Wings in the butterfly house. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Butterfly Wings
The consequences unfold, somewhere the Renaissance begin again.
The consequences unfold,
somewhere the Renaissance begin again.
Oppression has had her awful reign.
Foreign and domestically,
monies have met their doom.
Religious Right-wing Activists.
Real wings will unfold.
History repeats itself globally.
No longer will others suppress expression.
Without money to back itself,
the vocal minority slinks back in revolt.
The poor house value, creativity, love.
Those they couldn’t express for fear
Fear of reprisal, jail, or even death.
Now rising from Renaissance’s ashes,
the Phoenix of truth takes wing.
Somewhere out on an island
in the middle of the Pacific
a cry is heard.
A shout that travels
over the island,
over the seas.
A very small being
makes itself heard.
The drummers send signals
attesting the sound.
Dancers prance out
the message,
while singers unite
in harmonious chorus.
They whisper to us,
as the shout is heard
around the world.
Newscasters learn of this event,
walk off the job,
to new lives.
Employees learn crafts to barter,
while Wall Street shuts down to silence.
Murals depicted on subway walls,
and freeway underpasses,
proclaiming the truth once more.
Learning to live and survive
then thrive as wings unfold
everywhere.
What is the message?
Who shouted out?
It was that butterfly
that batted it’s wings
once maybe twice,
the bird above soaring
and everyone heard.
Be alive!
Be free!
Be unique!
The world celebrated
the small butterfly
his three days of life–
set the world free.
copyright 2006 Darlene Milner
Darswords 
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