Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Butterflies

Babbling bubble,
Rainbow of colors,
Blooming
With blossoms
The beaming sun
With
Beaming smiles,
Buzzing
Consistently,
Imbued with ardor,
Beaconing spring,
Befitting beauty
Flitting
To the garden
And
Back again,
Finding
Now and then
A
Bed of roses,
Brut too,
In this
Piece of game,
Once in a while
Reaching out to
Fires and flares,
Undaunted,
Even
Beaten down,
A smack, or two,
Burnt ashes,
Broken wings,
And
Betrayed desires,
Moved
Quietly,
Quickly
Out of the
Back door,
Back to basics,
To
Beginnings
And
Endings,
Butterflies
Fly away,
A handful of dreams,
Stay behind.
A handful
Of
Trials and errors.


10 comments:

  1. Love this poem! Beginnings and endings. Things being left behind and taken with. It is the way of life.

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    1. Thank you so much Bish for such positive feedback

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  2. This is lovely! I've always loved butterflies, and this is a unique way of looking at them. Thank you for this!

    Stopping by from the A to Z-- I'm at JaimieRamsey.com. :)

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    1. Thank you so much for stopping by and leaving me a bouquet of thoughts

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  3. Touching poem. Lots of hidden messages, mixed among the butterflies. I is quite moving. Thanks for paying a visit.

    CarolynBrown-Books

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    1. Thank you so much Carolyn for such encouraging words abd stopping way

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  4. I love all the imagery you pack into your poems, like little treasures.

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  5. Thank you so much Tara. It is so emcouraging to hear such positive feedback from you

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  6. The alliteration was well done - I like the bold highlights to call it out.

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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.