Hope and Butterflies

Sadness falls, its colors oblique,
we lust for joy, a smile we seek,
a tender voice in anger's reigns
we turn from hate and lies' refrains.
In our world, changing as it dies,
surviving: Hope and butterflies.

February 16, 2022
For Bite Site Poem #36 Contest
by Line Gauthier
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Gauthier Avatar
November 12, 2022 at 12:51 PM
delightful ~
Lawrence Avatar
February 23, 2022 at 10:19 AM
A well of emotion here dear Ann . A tender voice in anger’s reigns …yes that is what the beckoning heart seeks . If only we could all be touched by those tender words . So much healing is possible. Beautiful! Hugs to you, Susan :)
Peck Avatar
February 28, 2022 at 3:50 PM
Dear Susan, Thank you for your lovely remarks! The world has become difficult, and now the war and those brave people...almost too much. I read your poems to remind me there's still beauty :)
Y. Avatar
February 19, 2022 at 7:35 AM
Hi Ann, You've such a well written and meaningful write. Your last line sums up this gem very well. Congratulations on your win. Have a nice day and weekend-Alexis
Peck Avatar
February 20, 2022 at 11:23 AM
Thank you, Alexis. We can't lose hope.
Dietrich Avatar
February 18, 2022 at 9:32 PM
that is some beautiful writing, Ann. And thanks for visiting my poem a few days ago. i am SO behind here....
Peck Avatar
February 20, 2022 at 10:59 AM
Thanks, Andrea. I was inspired by your Butterfly poem, and I love butterflies :) I'm behind on housework ~ ugh.
Faulkner Avatar
February 18, 2022 at 9:21 AM
Your last line gives a glorious burst of optimism that is sorely needed right now, this is just beautiful~
Peck Avatar
February 18, 2022 at 1:37 PM
Thanks so much, Michelle. Yes, it is needed. And now war to worry about. We need to stay well and think clearly :)
Radice Avatar
February 17, 2022 at 3:57 AM
"In many cultures, white butterflies represent transformation, renewal, and rebirth. Some believe they are a sign of good fortune and a beacon of hope for the future." Lovely poem Ann and I really liked the title. Cheers - Gary
Peck Avatar
February 17, 2022 at 3:06 PM
Thanks, Gary. I didn't know that about white butterflies. It's a beautiful belief.
Horsman Avatar
February 17, 2022 at 12:47 AM
With poetry as good as this, Ann, yes hope and Butterflies, will live on, so will your pen...
Peck Avatar
February 17, 2022 at 4:38 PM
Harry, You are so kind. Thank you :)
Sands Avatar
February 16, 2022 at 1:57 PM
Very nice. Hope and butterflies will survive :)
Peck Avatar
February 16, 2022 at 2:05 PM
Thanks, Heidi. I hope I'm right )
Pandit Avatar
February 16, 2022 at 11:29 AM
Excellent write Ann. Much enjoyed the tone and flow of your poem.
Peck Avatar
February 16, 2022 at 2:15 PM
I think poets' minds are somehow connected. I wasn't online yesterday and hadn't checked contests in 2 or 3 days. I awoke today with a poem about hope wanting to be written. I included butterflies as their existence is as tenable as hope's. Imagine my surprise when, after submitting, I saw many Hope poems for a contest, and Andrea's about butterflies! I was amazed :)
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