Poetry Blogs (butterflies)
The wings of Butterflies
and Human eyes, of these I get
Friday 6th December 2019 9:22 pm
Poem of transformation...
The butterfly in the morning sun flutters with grace until his day is done
He's in and out of the beautiful flowers
To the music of the birds he dances for hours
Blissfully aware of his own handsome features
He's the envy of all the other garden creatures
Making the most of his time in the air
Embracing his life as if not a care
Made up of colour and symmetrical p...
Monday 17th June 2019 9:57 am
On the surface lies a smile,
A sparkle in one’s eye.
The feeling that in their company
Time just rushes by.
A little deeper and you’ll find
Butterflies a swarming
But thoughts of them are warming
Deeper still into one’s bones
A yearning and an ache,
A drug-like dependency
One simply can’t forsake.
Friday 29th June 2018 7:19 pm
At the end of the garden,by the big old oak
Hidden away from inquisitve eyes,
Is a dwelling place for the little folk
usually mistaken for butterflies!
The flowers grow higher, the grass much more sweet,
a soft green carpet under your feet.
It's easy to miss them, not clearly in sight,
the time they enjoy most, is quite late at night!
You see, they are cautious, and da...
Friday 8th April 2016 1:40 pm
I was sitting on the wall at Homecoming
Just counting down the time until the dance was over
Until something caught the corner of my eye.
A sweet little thing in a pretty pink dress
Her glow like the moon at night
And her hair smelled like rain on a sunny day.
Her eyes made contact with mine
I felt my stomach turn into butterflies
Is this really happening?
Still frozen from her poison...
Wednesday 18th February 2015 4:19 am
State Wards are funny creatures
flittering winglessly from place to place
showing their colours to very few
and then only in hope of finding love
all the while needing compassion
like butterflies need leaves to land on
More happened in care that out
more pain and heartache suffered
than those who handled us could know
Counselors and Matrons
Saturday 14th June 2014 12:50 pm
I met a woman at the Blue Nile.
Our first encounter was her attempting to kiss my face. She seems to be in her mid-late fifties/early sixties. She began to tell me that she is okay, over and over again. She began to cry. She told me her sun died. He OD'ed at 39 years old. She watched him die, with his head between the toilet and the sink. Her other sun blamed his brother's death on her. Sh...
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