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The Butterfly

The butterfly flies deep Beneath the surface, But never revealed, It twists and Pushes up like Wet fire Burning as it recedes, Twisting from your grasp But never gone Never diminished. The butterfly never fades.

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Beata Agustin

Date: 10/19/2024 12:07:00 AM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Rhonda Johnson-Saunders

Date: 2/21/2017 12:00:00 AM

Hi Jason and welcome to PS! I love your poem's depth and emotive metaphors. I hope you enjoy the PS community as you continue on your poetic journey!

Darren White

Date: 2/20/2017 1:24:00 AM

For me the butterfly stands for my innermost living fire, my heart. Your butterfly is perhaps something different, but still as strongly present as mine. Welcome to PoetrySoup with this beautiful first poem.

Reason A. Poteet

Date: 2/19/2017 7:58:00 PM

I've not really considered the death of the butterfly. Your abstract piece is interest; butterflies always attract attention.