Kenneth R. Merrill Poet Rhyme

The Butterfly

Once there was a butterfly 
Who wished that she could soar—
She was quite adept at fluttering,
But longed for something more.

If only she could be a bird,
Like an Eagle, or a Wren—
How proudly she could touch the sky,
And be admired then.

But the butterfly, she never soared,
And she never touched the sky—
Although she was admired,
And by every passerby.

Still sad it is, the butterfly,
She never understood—
That birds might be as butterflies,
If they only brightly could!

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Charmaine Chircop July 9, 2019 at 1:09 AM Oh that butterfly..if only She could believe in herself more..and see the beauty and the power She owned..Such is life..At times we yearn to be like somebody else..and not realizing we have our own worth.Love the lesson in your poem,& by the way- Its beautiful. Charmaine Chircop July 9, 2019 at 3:02 PM I love the Dandelion so wild and free..Somehow stronger than a rose too. Kenneth R. Merrill July 9, 2019 at 11:54 AM How very kind of you. That butterfly never did recognize her worth, or beauty. I once wrote a poem about a dandelion that longed to be a rose. Such is life, as you said!

Sand Blown July 7, 2019 at 8:44 PM butterflies...on my toast...potatoes... and muffins...mmmmhmmm Kenneth R. Merrill July 7, 2019 at 9:27 PM You can’t have too many butterflies :)