Charmaine Chircop Poet Free verse

Soar Like a Butterfly

These thoughts of mine do not behold
Let them soar high like wings befold

Observe  them  come         then watch them go

I ain't nobody 's but my own

These arms of mine not to be bought
These lips of mine  not to be sold
Nor is my mind to be possessed 
or is this spirit to be  undressed

Let me be me         Just let me be

I ain't nobody's but my own

Do not preclude  raindrops  from falling
Through cascade paths  I need to walk

I need to rest where children  sing
Where gale winds shift against  demands
Against each mountain    and every  glass jar
which traps these butterflies within my heart .





P.S: This is a fiction poem 

' Soar Like A Butterfly 
without being captured
in the jar of this world 's demands.'

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James Marshall Goff July 16, 2016 at 8:48 PM Yes! Pure Charma! I watched Dragonflies quietly in my vegetable garden today, they are a very curious creature, and if I remain still, they hover close to talk to me...mostly Common Whitetail Dragons and a few Damselflies too, tho I have not discovered YET how to communicate with them, as they are quite secretive! Soon, the Monarch Butterflies will come, and they will rest on my fingers if I am peaceful, love, jimbo

Amellana Joy July 15, 2016 at 5:00 PM beautiful. AAnna

Tom Arnone July 10, 2016 at 1:40 PM Certainly held my attention. Were the obvious spaces part of the rebellion? Enjoyable read. :-)

Skat A July 10, 2016 at 11:29 AM Beautiful....... skat

Carol Eastman June 30, 2016 at 4:52 PM A beautiful piece. So very well written.

Daver Austin June 27, 2016 at 1:34 PM I get your image - the horrid sight of a beautiful thing trapped in a glass jar. You have a fine and unusual way of presenting it. daver

Richard Lamoureux June 26, 2016 at 8:09 AM I never understand why people get annoyed by the sound of children. It is one of the most beautiful sounds in the world. This is a beautiful Declaration of Independence!

Becca Teagan June 24, 2016 at 10:22 AM We should never let anyone tell us who we're supposed to be or what we're supposed to do. I'd rather let people walk away from me, than cater to their demands. This is a beautiful poem, from a beautiful soul.

James Inman June 19, 2016 at 9:50 AM A lovely metaphorical write Charmaine.

Probir Gupta June 18, 2016 at 6:51 AM Beautiful ... the audio is wonderful ...

Tim Smith June 18, 2016 at 6:08 AM Glad you were able to add the audio. It sounds great : )

Arthur Vaso June 18, 2016 at 12:29 AM Beautiful! :) hugs

Tim Smith June 17, 2016 at 11:25 PM I like the use of the butterfly as a metaphor for freedom of choice. Not to be bought/sold possessed/undressed. We all need be ourselves...lovely Charma