Comments on: Counting Monarchs in Kansas City

By: qarrtsiluni

qarrtsiluni — Mon, 17 Dec 2007 17:00:23 +0000

For a photo of a monarch on a milkweed flower, see the just-published post Symbiosis, by Anne Morrison Smyth.

By: john guzlowski

john guzlowski — Thu, 29 Nov 2007 15:07:17 +0000

Christina,

Your heart is in your eyes. Thank you.

I like all of your poems but this one touches me especially at this time of year. Fall has always meant a lot to me.

I spent most of my life in Illinois, first in Chicago and later on the prairies and near the moraines of central Illinois.

Living there, I watched the great migrations all my life, and they always connected me with a sense of what lasts, the permanent things in nature and the permanent things in us, love, family, longing, home.

Your poem reminds me of all that.

By: Laurel Johnson

Laurel Johnson — Thu, 29 Nov 2007 13:44:23 +0000

Your beautiful poetry is always a pleasure to read, an adventure in discovery no matter what the topic. Whether exploring nazi death camps or watching the migration of Monarch butterflies in an urban environment, you show your readers a beauty that overpowers the mundane and stark world we live in.
Your work is exceptional because it inspires hope in a weary world.
One year, decades ago, our flowering crab tree was loaded with cocoons. A friend of ours advised us to spray them with gasoline before they hatched. We chose not to do that, and had the rare joy of seeing hundreds of Monarchs emerge and take flight. Your poem reminded me of that pleasure.

By: Merry Youle

Merry Youle — Tue, 27 Nov 2007 22:27:23 +0000

A bittersweet poem. Life flies on, despite the hardships, the hunger, the confusing loss of landmarks, and the disappearing destinations. One species thinks that it alone matters, naively thinks that it can survive alone, and, in its (temporarily) unfettered multiplication, heedlessly pushes all others aside. So much suffering. Christina, you captured both the pain and the hope. Thank you.

By: Larry Rollings

Larry Rollings — Tue, 27 Nov 2007 14:32:59 +0000

I enjoyed this poem very much. The Monarchs are beautiful. Like so many other species they are disappearing at an alarming rate. I find it hard to believe that there are still actually people out there that act as if human impact, global warming, etc., are some kind of abstract theory open to debate.

By: qarrtsiluni

qarrtsiluni — Tue, 27 Nov 2007 02:51:30 +0000

Hi Bill,

It’s always very interesting to learn how people find our posts. But I’m afraid the link in your comment will have to suffice; qarrtsiluni is not otherwise focused on Kansas.

Happy blogging!

By: Bill Smith

Bill Smith — Tue, 27 Nov 2007 02:24:58 +0000

It has been very interesting to have a Google Alert for Blogs on “Kansas Flint Hills!”
Yours came up today!
We have a 22 county Flint Hills Tourism Coalition promoting visits to the Kansas Flint Hills – this is the website: http://www.kansasflinthills.travel/
Our web site is to promote the Kansas Flint Hills; and we were so happy to be in the 22 page color photo spread in National Geographic’s April Issue on the Kansas Flint Hills, as a distinctive landscape.

We would appreciate a link from your site, to ours, if you are willing to do so. THANKS!
Best wishes!

Bill ;-)

Personal Blog: http://flinthillsofkansas.blogspot.com/

By: Tonya Clark

Tonya Clark — Tue, 27 Nov 2007 02:11:18 +0000

Christina,
I thoroughly enjoy your work. My reaction is simple. I felt a pull, a longing, almost a preference to focus your energy toward the Monarchs, to look for them and somehow help them along their journey, if only in prayer or thought or concentration by counting. And then… you are a teacher, a judge, a second income. Thank you

Tonya Clark

By: Mike Burch

Mike Burch — Tue, 27 Nov 2007 00:41:38 +0000

Christina,

I too like the parallel between the monarchs and the children in their pursuit of flight. I feed the ducks, geese and turtles at a local lake. One day two young, pure white ducks showed up and absolutely changed the equation of who got to eat how much bread. The young ducks were so fast and so aggressive, the turtles finally gave up, and most of the geese had to settle for lesser rations. However, an older duck couple would peck at the young ducks and clear out a territory in which they could eat. The struggle for survival is quite a puzzle, and each animal seems to have to find its particular niche. I hope the planting of milkweed, like my casting of bread, results in our brilliant companions continuing to survive, and thrive.

Best,
Mike Burch

By: Barbara LaMorticella

Barbara LaMorticella — Mon, 26 Nov 2007 18:37:28 +0000

What a wonderful poem Christina. I love that you envisioned and portrayed the epic nature of the journey of these butterflies, and the parallel contest of the children for flight… I’ve often thought that studying the nature of the environment ought to be an important part of elementary school education, even in cities… the weeds and insects in lots, the creek beds tamed and covered. Ahh, if you could have designed the whole curriculum for those students…