- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Butterflies
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The butterflies I chase should not be put
in dusty drawers or stuck upon the wall
to fade unnoticed - I should try and wear
them on my hat to mingle with the stars
made from the brilliant moon's redundant half
or glimmer in the stardust in my hair -
but then, they're likely to elude my grasp;
cold rain will drown those stars and I'll feel grey
and tired - an old moth that's sitting there.
- COMMENTS
tazz317over 11 years agothink of the roads and length they travel yearly, TK U MLJ LV NV
DawnJover 11 years ago...like some memories, truly beautiful but sadly transient. As memories are of the past, and cannot be held for more then the moment of their appearance, so too the fleeting presence of the butterflies. We can't really hold on to them, can we, else we'll destroy them, and their power to spread their beauty.
A very pretty poem!
buttersover 11 years agoso cleverly put together, imo, and some truly lovely lines in this. vibrant contrasts between the sparkling and the dusty, faded...
should not be put
in dusty drawers or stuck upon the wall
to fade unnoticed - I should try and wear
them on my hat to mingle with the stars
cold rain will drown those stars and I'll feel grey
and tired - an old moth that's sitting there.
i really like this, lots!
