Wondrously Surprised
My folks said I have a gold butterfly,
That lives within till the day I die
To keep me safe from all adventures made;
And guide my walkways as these fingers prayed.
But while I grew in the movement of time
My paths escaped me like splatters of grime,
For this heart that endured a trail of cares
Became torn with seasons’ weight of repairs.
Across the glass pane, hues bathed on the mound
Cocooned in her nest , a gold monarch crowned …
Though feeling low from life's dreams unaddressed
I wondered if she came , an omen blessed.
My mouth froze, O this vision of surprise
A pageant of twinkling gold butterflies!
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9/11/2017
Silent One’s Contest: Poems that paint a picture
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2017
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