There is a butterfly child without a voice
Born of obscure roots, and gossamer fragility
Fluttering wings swarming on her brow
Her throat so full of songs
Of words never written
She is a tree in spring
Trembling with the hope of leaves
Of which the leaves are tongues
Her nature gentle, soft as rain
Fragrant blossom, nectar sweet
Bathed in humbled innocence...
Along he came…a collector of things
His butterfly net, along with schemes
Upon a budding branch with false intent
And kisses spent, upon her dainty cheeks
So into bliss she flew…
and promises of love, yet with a sting,
of false words never said,
Knowing well, she was in his spell
Unwritten words, with no intent to keep
He said farewell, with lies and smiles
Her frail wings pierced upon the day
With love impaled upon her wings
Her eyes would cry soliloquies
Unwritten words upon her tongue
While the winds of autumn tell her song…
For Butterfly Kisses Contest: Sponsored by Gail Angel Doyle
It’s a precarious perch
High by a skydive
In such a leap of faith
A leap of love
Circumnavigates these boots of Earth
Fellow to the stratospheres
These butterfly landings
Of you in my heart
Has shot me full to the sun
On the twirling chant sung
Ever re initiates
And sounds the river onward runs
Of your name
Settles red iridescence
To tip the scales
These butterfly landings
Of you in my arms
I see you in precognitions
In my obsessions of your hair
Lip-syncing to the kisses
In my passions of your eyes
Where my heady desires evolve
This molecular bonding’s
These butterfly landings
Of you inside my soul
It’s a precarious perch
To expressive to encapsulate
How much I love you
It’s a peculiar laugh
That admits I have never even met you
But all of you inexorable
I am conceded to the pull
I am bound to the groundings
In these butterfly landings
( Everything I am
Everything I do
Those landing butterflies
I cannot express
In any vocabulary of words
Only in the dictionary of unspoken eternals
Lay the definitions of
How much I love
How much I need
How much I want
They beg with you
This man on bended knees
How this strength in me
Come back to me
Come back to me )
I get a glimpse of you
A soft hue of light lavender
rising in my dawn
in sun-kissed breeze
An ephemeral beauty
enchanting the depths
of these caramel eyes
Your purple wings flaunt
in whimsical ballad
Sprinkling evanescent dew
across the embers of my heart
And I feel it,a florescent flutter
tickling my bare shoulder
chasing the back of my neck
teasing in wistful wonder
My blushed smile
preserves the moment
of your tender brush
across the silk peach of my cheek
Of your fervent kiss
fading in ethereal bliss
An unspoiled warmth of softened touch
upon the almond scent of my hair
My heart captures the seconds
before those iridescent wings
fly high in sheer splendor
to crimson blossoms which bloom
which sway,which bleed their rose
which wrap their thorns
around my feet,around my hand
So I would not follow
your shimmering dust
on promised paths
of rainbow's pastels
So I would not find you
in the faraway land
Yet,here I am,
On autumn's carpet
I mark my footprints
Yet,here I come
So close to you
Yes,here I stand.
I pursued a butterfly through the woods.
It fluttered, just always beyond my reach.
The more I pursued, the more it teased.
Stalking it, like prey, it just fluttered away.
I found a moss covered log to rest,
Sitting in a serene, secluded spot.
A butterfly came ,sat upon the log.
I caught it in the palm of my hands.
It's wings became a rapid flutter,
Trying to escape my grasp.
I opened my hands , freeing it.
If we pursued things in life,
They become unattainable.
If we sit quietly and reflect,
they become attainable.
Chasing our dreams may be
as allusive as the butterfly.
Finding them as beautiful as the butterfly.
On clear bright days I catch a glimpse
Of what is a rare and beautiful sight.
Endangered, once feared to be lost to time
A gem to the butterfly world.
The Monarch making a brave return
Bringing to me a smile on beating wings.
Timeless beauty wrapped in a silk cocoon
Free to flutter where the wind goes.
Dancing on air without missing a beat
Enchanted by your beating heart.
Knowing I have seen rare beauty.
On more than one occasion you have come,
Like the rainbow that comes by.
Peeking through the clouds, around corners.
Reminding me on several occasions,
To follow inspiration, to keep chasing rainbows.
To fly on butterfly wings.
For P.D., who constantly inspires...
Contest 'any old butterfly poem...
Soft walls undulate like liquid steel
Ushering departed souls
From cocoon-like womb
Bringing forth new breath
Replenishing blown out candles
Drowned out by the rustling
One thousand butterflies taking flight
Spreading their light
Within the night
Eternity is born
A baby raises his tiny fists
Mother's tears turn to joy
Floating heavenward on delicate wings
A child is born
Written with Monterey Sirak.
Thankyou for letting me join you in flight!
Once a caterpillar between a dream and reality thought she could be beautiful
~so on she dreamed...
Creating a shell to protect
under the bright new moon
Inside she wept
A fantastic fantasy of what she would some day be,
The very colors of life upon the the Earth as she struggled to crawl
A slow progression; every day she saw
in a mirrored shell
She dreamed her colors, she connected with divinity
as her memory recalled the sky so blue, the warm sunlight
To the very hope to one day fly
What color? her imagination touched God's heart
One day she emerged through the darkness, the seclusion,
The shell now out grown...she pushed her eloquent wings through
Standing upon a cracked open cocoon,
her wings tested the winds of kindness ~
Her first flight, she the Miss, fluttering about without direction or care, enjoying the Summer air~
The flowers sent scent to comfort, to rest there, she;
in awe of her wings, the colors, they were just as she dreamed!
I heard of a human tell of her beauty, then suddenenly became sad
Not for the glory upon, but the time as her flight would expire
Yet, tell me, what is time to a butterfly?
When time itself is calculated by man and the stars...
Yes, she and I know the majestics of God's creation that some take for granted
As the stars shine tonight
I think of the butterfly's flight
I know all is right
I know mans's calculations are right
But, somehow, it is not a sadness
but courage spilled upon the Earth
of the butterfly's rebirth from a worm
I, in all that I am can relate
I embrace, know her way
Once a worm as I, now my colors motivate my flight
Life is so short~
he crawls in the filth,
struggles to climb,
finding a convenient spot
he branches out.
the most baffling of all processes.
he will be prey for predators of all kinds
as time passes,
as minutes count the hours...the hours the days
he beats the odds, success is his.
the dirty crawler who gives even 'Jocks'
the willies, the heebee jeebees,
starts his exit from his rented home.
just a bit, then more...then
wings opened...the crawler emerges,
a colorful...one of nature's most beautiful creations
...as you stare with disbelief,
...crafted with rainbow borrowed shades.
as he is in you, so you know this is God's poetry.
one of God's rich, layered writes
"The Beauty and The Beast"."The Ugly Duckling"...
...and his children the human poet evolves by osmosis.
God's kind of poetry
pastes smiles in the core of young and old.
...ah but in children's laughter
joy like they've never known.
his masterfully written poetry...approved by all.
In prayer we herald the poet's name.
Inspired by a Art gallery and a poem by Shelly.
A room full of mottled multicolored butterflies
captured within a creative space
of artful design
to inspire and aspire
Flirt and flutter a delicate ballet
among the pot plants
A splash of color
among a drab row of urban gray
The door is opened
and the butterflies are released to freedom
flying high above
lush green trees
in clear unblemished skies
floating like autumn fallen leaves
in a gentle breeze
that rested on my heart for a while
and made it smile
bringing pleasure to my eye
A symbol of freedom and eternity
filling my dreams
with all the treasures of summer.
Peter Dome.copyright.2013. Sept.
Wrapped in a rainbow of vibrant beauty
While butterflies dance to rhythms beat
Caught off balance by beauty still
Inspired by the smallest features
Found where love is it's purest
Fluttering on silk wings
Waiting patiently for butterfly kisses
A promise of perfumed dreams
Here while wrapped in ecstasy
Intoxicated by butterfly beauty
Drinking in naked fantasies
Stay beautiful, beautiful butterfly
Floating in the air
Wavering in the breeze
land with ease
(in my stomach as I read)....
In the summer air
It's all around me
(when you are near ~so on I read)....
and oh, my heart skips
to the tune
so much different
(with admiration I find
the butterflies.... the beauty) deep inside.....
plain or platinum
Touching the degree
in which you speak to me
(where once upon I time,.... were butterflies).....
Yet I am still a worm,
trying so hard to be
beautiful in your sight
I crawl so willingly
(Yet beauty in distinction)
Free and falling
from the midnight air
into the great unknown
of the atmosphere ~
the flight (metamorphosis) of the butterfly ~
Note: Thanks John, :) March 29th 2011
The day she rewrote herself
No more sad songs
With livelier tunes she sings along
She has welcomed the call of opposites
When she wishes to be alone she calls a friend
If she is sad she tries on happy
At first a game of pretend
She changes her hair
Relishes how the young men stare
Subtle differences from the outside in
She knows all things have to begin
One step at a time
Rewritten line by line
This all feels like a Dream
The changes pick up steam
She now looks in the mirror
She's not confronted by fear
She doesn't look away
Her life has become OK
Not a simple chore
But this woman wanted more
Tired of waiting
Locked behind a dark door
That was not the life
She had been made for
That other her
Has gone away
Exchanged for day
Reality from imagination
The person she is was there
She may not have known
Yet others were aware
Etched in bright colors
Spread out with her mind
Dedicated to Colleen
Here I lie beside you
My heart goes thump.thump.thump.
My soul dances inside you
Reveling in the texture of your own.
Electric and flowing
The currents of our love
Glow like neon lights
Illuminating the hope in my eyes.
Though we're not moving
I feel so incredibly alive
Invincible to my past
Untouchable by all who lack
That gentle touch of when
You lean in and brush my face
Your lips grazing my skin
Softer than a butterfly.
And then you gaze into my eyes
I fall into your depths
Twirling like the autumn leaves
Melting into your smile
Your soul reminiscent of summer.
You pull me into your arms
And for a moment I'm lost
Breathless and in awe
Staring in the face of pure exquisite love
And there you are - holding it
Glowing in the moonlight of my stare.
My heart beats - its drum pounding away
Echoing a song thats lost its words
I touch your cheek and smile
My hands cant stay away
My lips s l o w l y, draw near yours
Hovering, and then -
Part, a soft warmth against them.
My eye lids pulling shut
Dragging me into a silent heaven
I pull away - and what seemed millennia
Lasted only a moment, a second in time
But this is our love
This is what you do to me
You make me invincible and fragile
Lost forever in a beautiful reverie.
Ornate is the ironwork that I peer through
as my fingers grasp the garden gate,
and I open my eyes to my Wonderland.
My bare feet step down the moonlit path,
where fireflies twinkle amongst the stars
that reflect upon the flowing crystal brook.
I capture them in a lantern, then set them free.
My lavender dress twirls weightlessly as I dance,
here I am free to feel joy and to dream.
Here beyond the gate of my enchanted garden,
when the golden sun sets low in the evening sky,
the daisies, gladiolas, and pansies never close their petals
and the sunflowers shine in the moonbeams.
While butterflies stay to perch on the blooming trellis,
the song of the hummingbird fills the warm night air
and I fall asleep in my flower bed of thorn-less roses.
Written by: Kelly Deschler
February 17th, 2014
For Nette Onclaud's contest - "My Secret Garden"
I always dwelled on my faults
never saw the beauty others saw
hidden beneath the insecurity
falter in search of validation
from the things and people that
would never mean a thing
trying to hide
until that day it was easier to face the truth
or maybe not easier just a time
where running away and cheating myself
ripped through the core of everything that is me
you come to a point where lying to yourself
is not second nature anymore
trapped in a space where you know
it’s time for change
it’s time to take the blindfold off
time to embrace you
and not what others see,
not look for gratification from outside
try to feel within, even if it means
having to deal with pain in the now
instead of chucking it away
and bounce around on an emotional see-saw
A butterfly fluttered into my space
And tried to lite upon my face.
The beautiful creature had no fear
And kissed me softly on the ear.
As delicate and tender as she was,
she whispered to me with no fuss.
Sharing the wonders of her life
She made me smile for just a while.
A sweet spring flower to brighten my day.
Careful flight my friend, I pray....
Appreciation (In Honor of PD)
Broken Butterfly Wings
Empty playground swings
tear filled, wide-eyed
a choking stolen
silence fills my being
as my love walks away
I see everything wrong
with the world
A weak worm hatched
From an egg that is fragile
Trying to survive the world
Full of predators and guile
Romanticsm has been just an instrument
To be confined in the ego
And a faint serfage
On behalf of love upon herself
So she claims herself
No longer merely a companion
Metamorphosed as time goes by
A mild steel butterfly
She closed her hand over it
Tightly, oh, so tightly
Wanting to keep it
She wouldn't let it fly away
As the others had done before
She felt the beating of butterfly wings
Against the inside of her palm
Taking a quick peek
Between her prison fingers
To see again
Of the Monarch butterfly
How she longed to keep it…forever
To look at its beauty
Whenever she was sad
Which happened to be
Maybe because she wanted to fly away
And could not
That she wanted the company
Of that beautiful flitting thing
The frantic movement was getting less
She sat down on a rock
And took another peek
He was still there
Trying to get out
He almost squeezed through
But she closed him in again
Danced about her face
Almost alighting on her knee
With her sudden motion of glee
It then flew to a waiting flower
Pausing in the sunlight
To show off its brilliant colors
Then it took flight
Pretty and light
Like her dreams at night
For the first time
A little pain came to her chest
As a truth began to dawn
Her little captive was meant to fly
To be free
She mustn't keep it long
As a childish tear or two
Gathered in the corners
Of her pretty brown eyes
Lingering on her dark lashes
She slowly opened her hands
Only to see
Butterfly colored fingers
Moist and wet
Where a butterfly lay dead
In the cradle of her palm
Eileen Manassian Ghali
~With a red cloisonne butterfly welded
to the end of the metal, the wire, I wrapped you
and cut off the circulation in my pinky finger.
I laughed with a nervousness
given to caffeine,
and popped two sticks of peppermint gum
in my mouth.~
"Always remember me", you said with a smile
of darkness, of truth, to insanely beguile
the roof off my brain, pulling all of my thoughts
to the sky to condense, concreting the pain.
(Conundrum to imprison a butterfly brightly
to metal in what looks like nail polish red
Funny to think that this same time next year
I'll still be here thinking the things that you said
You will be breaking up wine glasses toasting
and you will be setting the sun every night
and maybe you'll think of me somewhere
in passing, but somehow I can't think that that would be right.)
I never liked cloisonne, I'd rather remember
the moment I met you when all was still free
and nervously, as I unwrapped my desire,
I'd rather it there, that you remember me.
spread your wings
Thighs of color
pose your love
consumed by fire
Since my house
has burned down
I can see
the moon more clearly
I gaze upon
falling upon me
I run blindly
as you mount
in my garden
As I hold you
in my arms
let me feel
upon my hand...
treading on dreams
softly a mist
in the soul
echoes falling silent
walking without colour
in a distant fog
i see the sunshine
sparkling in essence
shed in happiness
it all means
is the butterfly
folding them around
hanging from the foliage
in your hundreds
repainting the leaves
in bright shades
of black and orange
with your waterproof
of four inch span
so fragile and
yet so strong
to journey south
from canada to mexico
breeding new generations
as you travel
thousands of miles
with unerring accuracy
to the exact place
of your birth
a new generation
that will initiate
the process for
the return journey
to the north
in due course
you are indeed
"I could hold you for a million years,
To make you feel my love!"
I've touched your wings
To make them softest blue...
Like the snowflakes, in Winter's silence,
Swirling, softly falling...
To light your heart
In a velvet glow.
Wrapt am I in the feathery moonlit night,
Come to me, as the dark still shadows
Of the clouds sweep low.
When the ancient spirits roamed the earth..
O, my love of long ago!
Come as the whippoorwill calls plaintively
To the night, when the silver light disappears;
I'm in the faint glimmer of rain,
I fade into the unknown --
You can trace me in your tears..
I was with my daughters at their favorite playground. I watched them chase each other
around the merry-go-round. Laughing and enjoying the extremely pretty day. I watched
them among the other children play. I couldn't help but smile, hearing their shrieks of
laughter made life worthwhile.
As I watched my girls have a fun time. In my mind I began thinking of a rhyme.
Something new. Life is so beautiful and it's something I value....
People found love but they lost it. Sometimes life can leave you emotionally
exhausted. I thought about the two people who remain married even though it's all for
show. A spouse is betrayed with a Judas-kiss. They remain married so things appear great
on the surface. But why? Why live a lie? Isn't she tired from wiping tears from her eye? I
can't be her samurai and protect her if she don't let me in. I told her hearts don't break they
just bend. She tells me she'll never marry again. Why? Because of one guy? That's
unheard of! There is only one kind of true love, but there are a thousand imitations. She
knows people go through trials and tribulations!
My thoughts were momentarily distracted, watching a butterfly in the sky. I thought -
Be like the butterfly, be free; Hold my hand walk with me. She tells me people can't seem
to stay committed. I'll be the first to admit it. She's right and I understand her pain. I lost
my appetite and I thought I too would go insane. My wife left me for another man. I did not
seem to understand. I searched within myself for the source. I thought I was to blame for
her filing for divorce. But hey, life goes on. I need to let my friend know, I refuse to let her
go through her struggles alone. I will be her back bone!
As I pictured her in my minds eye. Several feet away I watched a beautiful butterfly.
He had a long run if this was the same one I saw in the sky. It's wings fluttered coming
closer towards me. It landed on my knee. So many bright colors and different designs were
on it's wings. I heard Brianna and Jasmines voices calling to me to come push them on the
swing. Their voices played melodies on my heartstrings. My mind shifted again to my friend
who's like sunshine in the spring. She needs to know Cupid now has a finer bowstring!
I looked up at the sky and watched the butterfly begin it's journey anew. Life is
beautiful and it's something to value!