Butterflies

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    I hate to have to add clarity to my work, because I feel as though it's admitting defeat but the wings devouring, and the gentle kiss are both butterflies. And the butterflies I alude to but never come out an say they are there, is because the butterflies themselves are there to symbolize dreams and ideas.

    Butterflies

    I close my eyes, then let go,
    Falling through the sky, time flows by,
    Has the world turned ever so very slow?
    The end approaches and I sigh.

    I blink, my eyes open to behold,
    Scenic meadows spread before me,
    Reality loosens its hold,
    Imagination sets me free.

    From beneath the swaying flowers,
    An explosion of colors burst forth.
    Ten thousand wings now devour,
    An open sky projecting warmth.

    A voiceless dance in the day light,
    So similar, yet so unique,
    Captivating my mind in flight,
    So very certain of what they seek.

    They rise and fall in their ballet,
    Spinning, wildly, round my thoughts,
    Consuming me in this display,
    Friends, too fragile to be caught

    A pristine reflection greets me,
    Gently she kisses my nose,
    Infecting my deepest being,
    More delightful than stunning rose.

    With a soothing stroke of her wing,
    She rejoins the perfect chaos.
    Tear of my eye begins falling,
    Misty eyed because of my loss.

    I turn, glancing past my shoulder
    A living cyclone swirls,
    Assimilating bright color,
    I feel myself begin to twirl.

    Gliding gracefully in the breeze,
    It gusts softly this way and that,
    Swaying my newborn dreams with easy,
    Unsure of where I am now at.

    Actuality loses its truth,
    Impracticality becomes,
    My private fountain of youth.
    Reality, it only numbs.

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    StandingBear commented on Butterflies

    12-01-2009

    A well written, unique glimpse of your philosophy of reality. You couldn't be more right. Reality can be a real bummer. Great write!

    Hampton commented on Butterflies

    11-04-2009

    You did a marvelous job on this poem. It draws one into the experience you describe and holds them captive until the end.

    To have great poets there must be great audiences too.

    Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

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