The Fourth Generation Poem by Marianne Reninger
The Fourth Generation
It seems a Quixote Quest
This Fourth Generation Flight,
Antennai twitching, wings barely
Moving the heavy air;
Traveling the hundred mile days
To the Secret Place, the place of endings,
And beginnings.
Despite pesticides, herbicides, and parasites,
Drought and fire ants,
Heat and Hunger,
They press onward like an ' Orange Battalion'
Seeking their victorious Claim,
Survival, Migration.....Marianne Larsen Reninger
WOW! You attached your art. LOVE IT! I enjoyed visiting your web page and seeing what you've done. I started imagining what you would do with POETRY AGAINST TERROR. That would make a really cool collage. This is an interesting art form I am not all that familiar with, though it fascinates me.
I will visit your painting. This whole butterfly migration is fascinating. I've only seen photographs, but also read about it in Barbara Kingsolver's book. I love your opening line, use of simile (orange battalion) , and alliteration. You conveyed much with a modest number of carefully chosen words. Thanks.
I had trouble getting to your painting. Can you post a pic here on PH with your poem?
Have to give it to Kingsolver for the orange battalion line; yes, her book was exciting especially for someone living in the Appalachians. Thanks again Pamela
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Some time back I read an article on Morarch butterflies winter migration to Maxico. I was so fascinated with it. Enjoyed reading a poem about it.