A sweet little butterfly touches my shoulder,
Kisses my moist lips, jolts me to a wonder.
How I wish I could keep it with me forever.
At least till the pinks & blues meet over yonder.
I try and gently scoop it up to hold in my hands.
But the poor thing flutters faster than a fairy's wands.
I kiss it a sad goodbye and look wistfully after.
I send up a prayer amidst subdued laughter.
Thank God, not everything is meant to 'let go'.
I smile as I search for his hand and a rainbow.
Arent we all thankful at a certain level that we have somethings to hold on to even if the whole world abandons us...like mothers and lovers. :)
Arent we all thankful at a certain level that we have somethings to hold on to even if the whole world abandons us...like mothers and lovers. :)
2 comments:
The butterfly being used as an instrument of revelation, of a bit of grief and a bit of helplessness, that had arisen due to the tireless effort one needs to pay to keep going in the harsh world...
Certainly the poem was like-able but more like-able were those couple of lines at the end, they make a strong statement. Stay well, you.
Love
Manoshij
deep stuff again and well rhymed.
God going.
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