Debra Squyres Poet Free verse

Flutterby Streams

Flutterby Streams

All around the flutterby’s
dancing in our midst
Streaming signs go unseen
spirits that we miss

Flutterby, Flutterby
Light upon me
Share your memory store
Flutterby, Flutterby
Don’t be shy
Enlighten with aura’s spore

Hands imploring, exploration
into delicate wisps
Hearts awakened soon are taken
with your delicate kiss


Copyright © 2013 Debra Squyres
*flutterby: Serendipity, or describing
 a butterfly’s flight. Used in this poem
 as streamed encounters with the spirit world.
 Poetic license lol

♡Like0

Share Poem

---

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Christine Phillips March 30, 2013 at 12:33 PM very nice piece.I am enchanted by your flutterby description.

Anne-Lise Andresen March 26, 2013 at 12:38 PM - Debra, the best poem I've read today. - It's just absolutely Gorgeous! - Wish you a nice Easter. - oxox / / Anne-Lise :)

Joe Flach March 26, 2013 at 10:26 AM Beautiful Debra. Did you know that butterflies were originally called flutter-bys? This is an example of a Spoonerism - where sounds in a word get mixed up. This is a Spoonerism that become an actual word - replacing the original word. Interesting. Debra Squyres March 26, 2013 at 12:18 PM Thanks, Joe. No was not aware of that...thanks for the information !!

Sara Kendrick March 22, 2013 at 10:38 AM Enjoyed reading your creativity..Sara

Harry Horsman March 22, 2013 at 9:50 AM you do not indeed need poetic license Debra, this is wonderful poetry and so exhilarating

Robert Johnson March 19, 2013 at 4:28 PM Those mystical cartoon balloons that linger in the air. On afternoons so lazily as we just sit and stare. So delicate that they could pop if you just turn your head. It's always nice when they're wrote down and somebody has read. :) Fly away little Flutterby, to cast your spell on thee. Fly away little Flutterby to cast your spell on me. Peace.

Honesty Oimbo March 19, 2013 at 11:33 AM Anyone can dance out the passionat rhythm here

Elizabeth Wesley March 17, 2013 at 5:31 PM I could almost see the wings that flutter in this delicate verse Debra, you captured the fragile form perfectly. Love, Lizzie

Debbie Guzzi March 17, 2013 at 4:58 PM soup mail Deb :(

Tim Ryerson March 17, 2013 at 2:52 PM Oh my Debra...Enchanting and breathtaking poem!...My brothers and me collected butterflies when we were youngsters...Now my dream is to actually raise them just to enjoy...'Flutterby' huh?...Perfect description of their flight - Tim

Donna Jones March 17, 2013 at 8:54 AM Like a magical fairy land defray...wonderful

Connie Gildersleeve March 16, 2013 at 8:56 AM Just lovely Debra, flutterby spirits that go unseen. You have brighten my morning with this poem. Beautiful! Warm Smiles, Connie

Seren Roberts March 16, 2013 at 2:40 AM I used to call them flutterbys cos thats what thy do, well done Debra ....Seren

Andrea Dietrich March 15, 2013 at 10:29 PM i heard that word flutterby before. it's so cute, Debra!! Love that last romantic stanza.

Russell Sivey March 15, 2013 at 10:02 PM This is tremendous, I really loved this write my friend! I truly enjoyed reading this amazing spiritually enhanced poem, full of wonderment! You have impressed me with this piece, what a masterful poem, Great Work!!