Best Flits Poems
"Don't deprive yourself of soaking the simplest things in life of what is around you, you will miss the beauty of what God did create that makes this universe."
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A butterfly flits, sweet nectar seeks,
beneath the sun's outstretched golden rays.
Among the rich laden ambrosia,
a zephyr breath blows, sweet aroma.
A butterfly flits in its shadow,
lithe movement in wet meadow garden.
Beauty and waltz grace sweet nectar seeks,
among laden ambrosia peaks.
A butterfly flits where zephyr braid,
mutely flit slowly through pinnate leaves.
12/23/2021
''B'' Forms, 10 Plus Lines Poetry Contest butterfly
Sponsored by: Constance La France
A well-worn witch flits and twists through the indigo mist.
Gloating in genius, I look at my well-read list.
Bats shaken out of their sleep, come out to dive bomb.
I toast them with my dragon breath, singing a psalm.
The witch gives me a shake of her dirty little fist.
She makes me happy with her anger. I tie down her wrist.
Her pet crow dive bombs me as I add to the pyre.
I will lash him to it also, before I set the fire.
Do you think you are being too cruel? Little dragon asks me.
I roll my eyes, happy as I could ever and I mean EVER be.
My mind is made up. I am getting rid of all this garbage today.
My children are so crazy about these video games they do not want to play.
Halloween Horrors is the first video game to toss.
Followed by Witchy Wind Chimes and Ghost Busters by Ross.
I smile at the icons as they are deleted from my phone.
Now we can be a family again. Is that a ringtone?
Written: 9-13-2019
Contest: Welcome to My Random World
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
fast
feisty
frolicking
bold beautiful
brilliant butterfly
flitting flying freely
buzzing beyond beautiful
bypassing basic blue borders
zealously zipping and zigzagging
frantically finding forever after
She was real to me
Until she fell apart in my hands
I dusted her off
And began again
Looking for someone
I knew not who
If I find her
Will I see her?
That is a great question
Bringing me to a quandary
I have missed her many times
Elusive joy
Flitting just out of my reach
More than once
the light shifts
just beyond my reach
a shimmer
on the water’s edge
I cup my hands
to catch the spray
but it evaporates
too soon, too quick
a whispered promise
of the soft breeze
on the skin of my cheeks
smells of rain
that never falls
I follow footprints
on the sand
soon erased
by the next wild wave
a ripple rings
from a nearby river
a sound so clear
yet my mind slides
elsewhere
I build my home
in the hope
of steady ground
but the soil
is shifting sand
I try to walk on
the shining pavement
but the floor is moving
and slippery
I gather stones
of memory
to build a structure
that will hold
but the mortar kisses
the fine dust
before the final stone
is firmly set
I try to catch a butterfly
resting on the palm
of my hand
but it flits away
In the thin space
happiness remains
a watercolour blurring out
a destination I keep chasing
as the landscape changes shape
as I draw nearer to the spot
perhaps happiness
is not a bird to be caught
and held tight in a cage
but the act of catching itself
perhaps it lies not outside
in the lurid space
but is found deep within oneself
and waits to be scanned
with patience
with perseverance
till the inner light shines.