Life Under Glass

Some memories grow sweeter
With time, it seems to me
But sugary delusions
Soon lose their validity

In truth, life happens here and now
Alive in present tense
Life ebbs and flows, it dims and glows
Not always making sense

I capture life in pen and ink
With photographs and paint
But colors find it hard to breathe
Under constant restraint

Captured life is hindered
As a butterfly contained
True beauty is not realized
When wings fold up-restrained

Life is like a butterfly
Beauty revealed in flight
No human hand can captivate
The soul’s true inner light
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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Neal Avatar
November 19, 2008 at 9:39 AM
Wonderfully written, I will add you to my favorites!!! Elizabeth
Moreno Avatar
November 14, 2008 at 1:04 AM
"No human hand can captivate the soul's true inner light"...Love this line. It is a very good poem, nice imagery....Raul
Winter Avatar
November 13, 2008 at 12:05 PM
Whoa. This gave me chills. Excellent all the way through but that last verse could be a poem in itself. Outstanding. Love, Shar
Suzadail Jr. Avatar
November 13, 2008 at 7:44 AM
We need to enjoy every moment. I've tried to live that way. This was an exceptional write. Vince
Newell Avatar
November 13, 2008 at 7:11 AM
Quite a lovely verse. Some nice, evocative language and imagery. Totally concur about "sugary delusions" and this assertion: "In truth, life happens here and now Alive in present tense" Question: you eschew puncuation. Why? Stanza 4 is your strongest IMO; meter is perfect w/o becoming sing-song. Closing line makes your verse's argument. I will be reading more of your work. :)
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