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The Butterfly

I pursued a butterfly through the woods. It fluttered, just always beyond my reach. The more I pursued, the more it teased. Stalking it, like prey, it just fluttered away. I found a moss covered log to rest, Sitting in a serene, secluded spot. A butterfly came ,sat upon the log. I caught it in the palm of my hands. It's wings became a rapid flutter, Trying to escape my grasp. I opened my hands , freeing it. If we pursued things in life, They become unattainable. If we sit quietly and reflect, they become attainable. Chasing our dreams may be as allusive as the butterfly. Finding them as beautiful as the butterfly.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Date: 4/3/2012 6:51:00 AM
I enjoyed reading your wonderful poetry this morning and I think this poem is one of your best Phyllis. Wishing you the best always. Love, Carol
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Date: 10/21/2011 9:08:00 AM
Ha ha ha! Love it Phyllis, Good morning by the way~ How are you this wonderful Friday :-) morning??.. As for me, I'm missing everyone I know here on the soup PLUS more. *glad we are back up* butterflies are my daughters thing.. this made me smile;-) .ENJOYED YOUR POEM, thank you for sharing! Take care and have yourself a wonderful Friday~ ;-) Always,..p.d.
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Date: 2/16/2011 9:18:00 AM
Butterflies fascinate me. You give the reader something to think about with this poem. Keep on writing and sharing your words. Have a nice day! Karen
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Date: 2/9/2011 12:58:00 PM
This is absolutely beautiful Phyllis! I love butterflies! Last year I didn't see as many in my garden so this spring I'm going to plant a garden of special wild flowers to attract them. I will make this one of my favs today. Thanks for sharing and thans also for the kind comment. Love, Annalise
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Date: 2/8/2011 7:25:00 PM
I can just hear Bob Lind singing his one big hit song while I read this colorfully descriptive work of yours.
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Date: 2/7/2011 2:03:00 PM
Phyllis, I see our "son" is learning to write haiku. Your suggestions will be very helpful to him. I thought his pecan shoe poem was really cute. Love, Carolyn
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Date: 2/6/2011 9:02:00 AM
Sweet and lovely piece Phyllis and butterflies are so delicate and extraordinary creatures.. u have perfected their qualities in your lines filled with grand imagery my friend.. appreciate your comment on my Super Bowl poem.. we are all sports nuts in this house so everyone is watching TV most of this day till the big game tonight.. my hubby is from Pittsburgh so needless to say the Steelers colors are worn with pride ..luv..
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Date: 2/5/2011 1:09:00 PM
Wow! This is really profound, Phyllis! Throughout life it seems the more we look for love, the farther away it seems. (Your poem can be interpreted on many levels, but this is what came to my mind.) It's when we stop looking, that love finds us. With that, I now vow to stop looking. Love, Carolyn
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Date: 2/5/2011 10:27:00 AM
Phyllis, I am gonna fave this one. It's simply fabulous. One of your best most recently in my opinion. I just love the images you paint AND the message. Oh, and yes, we only see belly dancing as classes too. In Salt Lake are restaurants. I dressed up like belly dancer and danced "one gig" doing the steps of my poem with my teacher. Nobody threw money at me though.hahaha. LUv, Andrea
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Date: 2/5/2011 9:38:00 AM
phyllis!! you thrilled me no end with fascinating write.. oh. how it flows!! love it and thanks for coming around! :) huggs, nette
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