Michelo Mweetwa Poet Sonnet

We Killed All the Butterflies

I stood in the middle of a rose garden
I watched nature map out its own pattern
I quietly listened out for the budding
And heard the sound of a bee buzzing

I stood in the middle of a rose garden
I saw withering evened out by blossom
I sought after a floating flutter
I sought after the wings of a flower

What could be missing in this scenic botany?
Aroma and beauty is not the only expectancy
It feels like a beauty parlour without hairdressers
It feels like a sweet flavor without taste-testers

The greeter of the flower buds
The day watch of rosariums
The symbol of a warm welcome  
Is in the romance of a butterfly

Daylight misses their soundless claps
Daylight misses their flight
We clipped their colorful flaps
When we killed all the butterflies

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Line Gauthier October 25, 2019 at 3:25 PM I love all your imagery, Michelo. Well done. See SoupMail. Michelo Mweetwa October 30, 2019 at 12:49 PM Thanks Line Gauthier

The Situation October 8, 2019 at 6:14 PM OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! He's the real thing!!! A real poet blessed by God with words. The use of words. And yet no one has commented here. Someone recognized the beauty of this piece. Or else I would not have seen it. The Situation. Michelo Mweetwa October 23, 2019 at 12:11 PM I'm humbled thank you!