The misty mask of winter ambience melts away,
turning the sky into a cobalt cauldron,
from where the ambrosia of spring descends
with sequined aura through the diaphanous air.
Gossamer clouds gorgeously embroidered
with the wispy ribbons of regal robe appear.
The sunburst sky sprays surreal spectrum
on the dew-crowned emerald meadow.
On the cadenced flow of joyous zephyr
floral fragrance finds the aromatic course,
trails the beguiled butterflies flittering
in the rhythmic waves of spring symphony.
The serenading wind entices me with blissful tune,
argentine moonbeam suffuses me with gracious gleam.
The cascading cadence of the concerto of zephyr,
drifting from the harmonic plateau of exultation,
makes ripples of melody in the lilac lake of my heart,
pulsating with the eclectic pace of endless ecstasy.
I then feel the wondrous southern wind wafts
with your scintillating scent to allure me
to the amorous ambience of your grace.
Its silver sequins swing with the refrain
of the mesmeric moonbeam melody,
resonating with the echo of rapture
of your spring’s timeless sonata, I love
when I listen to the wind.
colorful and fast
flittering wings while feeding
then gone in a flash
Date : July 26, 2025
Contest : Three Options In I
Sponsor : Constance La France
“Imagination is potent inspiration,
motivating the minds of creation.”- By Poet
I drift on latticed wings of butterfly,
flittering on cascade of whistling wind
to flamboyance of fleeting rainbow hue.
I see beauty of life beyond dark clouds,
luring me to be a bird spreading wings,
soar in sapphire sky with seamless daydream,
taking my entrapped anguished mind away
to horizon of infinite freedom,
suffused with the aura of timeless bliss,
when I fly in imagination sky.
Slowly walking the path of life,
winging with challenge, joy, and strife.
I came upon a butterfly,
floating, flittering in the sky.
So lightly gliding through the air,
I came to a stop, just to stare.
Created with such symmetry,
designed to live a life so free.
Like a butterfly’s flight in wind,
harder at first than in the end.
Life is seen by our perception,
If not aware, by deception.
Like butterflies, go with the flow,
We’ll be shown what we need to know.
in early morning
when everyone is still asleep
i love to wake up with the sun
and have a private tete-a-tete
i sit quietly with my mug of coffee
soak in the rays and absorb
the serenity around me
this morning even the birds
seem to be sleeping in
with the wind not swaying a single tree
nature still seems drowsy
i spoke too soon here’s a bluebird
flittering from one branch to another
but there’s not a whisper of a cloud
the stillness beyond a doubt is picture perfect
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Memories lost within a frozen mist
And dangling in the static atmosphere
Of muddled recollection of things dear
Haunt the backwoods of the years she has missed.
Through foggy glances, blurred thoughts that persist
In the dim haze, shapes of the past, appear;
These flittering figures, some far, some near,
Skitter through her mind, meek and shadow-kissed.
But soon they drift to a fathomless past,
A time she can no longer touch, just hear.
Rocking mechanically, her face austere,
She searches, brow stuck in a furrowed twist.
As I watch her eyes wander vacant space,
I wonder, “Will she still recall my face?”
At the Des Moines River’s Road End
There was a sharp tricky right bend
Prickly pines there were ready to defend
Graveled middle, a modern MODOT trend
Weeds that flittering faeries often tend
Mushroom homes, upon whom elves defend
Mother nature sat on haunches to mend
Torn sage weeds, beavers had chewed to extend.
Flittering all about, unknown souls - get to know them.
—by poet
As the wings of a butterfly uttered simplicity,
Hues aroused in me curiosity; humble is she.
Each soul, created carefully; cornucopia eyes.
1
In wandering life’s ever-changing dynamic landscape,
the paved pathway across the undulating topography
meanders to the nebulous future in time taking turns,
I have to traverse following the footprints of destiny.
The sinking spent sun in the cauldron of my crimson sky
paints the time of the vibrant life passing slowly me by.
The dust-draped horizon spreads uncertainty shroud,
for the ambiguous obscurity conceals the blurred future.
In twilight hour the sky would create a collage of colors,
weave for me the panorama for the penultimate walk.
I’d stand at the signpost of the last mile of my journey,
and wonder what lies at the end of the ordained path.
Many streams I’d remember to have crossed in squall
with budding desires sheltered in heart lest they’d sink,
while the winged dreams drifted away chasing butterflies,
flittering through amorous air in the verdant vale of love.
I’d indifferently count the footsteps of the ultimate trek,
fated to reach the final destination of devouring darkness,
the sighing wind would convey the beginning of the end,
as I’d take the reluctant first step to walk the last mile.
Yup ... there's no question about it,
I'm talking about sex, and all the
Calamity and comedy that surrounds.
Yet I'm not sure if the destiny will
Defer to the clumsy, or if it will
Remain nerve-racking on all grounds.
Because seriously, it is by far the most
Common and popular topic, that virtually
Everyone is scared to death to talk about.
Starting with the basics, the birds & bees,
Before graduating to STD's, I often
Wonder if the birthrate is in doubt.
This nauseating nervousness stays with
Us always, from the first dance to the
Last nuptial that we profess.
So as long as those butterflies keep
Flittering, we might get lucky with a
Sexual encounter, I guess.
It seems ironic that something so natural,
Can bestow so much anxiety with the
Mere thought of its success.
While we fumble along, sometimes pulling
A loose foot out of our mouth, but who knows,
We've done more with less.
kaleidoscope view
butterfly flittering floats
suspended in the
~
sky by your nectared
plants ever so
succulent flies and
~
colorful beauty
beautiful butterfly floats
soars spectacular
8/14/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2023
you are butterfly
beauty stand you flittering
you float you fly your
~
transparent you were
before the stained glass window
passing the House of God
~
turned invisible
butterfly beautiful you
multicolored streams
~
of radiant schemes
fluorescent colors brightly
flitter you fly by
~
beautiful you are
multicolored butterfly
front stain glass mirror
8/8/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2023
The revolving wheel of the ceaseless time
rotates the contrived kaleidoscope of life,
the riveting patterns change persistently
in the mélange of motif within the mind.
The chameleon colors transform transiently
the visage of mind’s topographic tapestry
into ashen canvas of burnt barrenness,
or into painted exuberance of emerald valley.
The diffused dreams on the desolate drift,
cascade away along the stream of sight,
meandering on the mesmeric drapery,
weaved with the strands of ebullience.
The vision replicates the wings of butterfly,
flittering on the ripples of the rapturous air,
and before it flies away beyond the horizon,
forms for me the facsimile of fulfillment.
On my lonesome travel on the tortuous path
across the green wasteland in reviving rains,
or along the golden garden trail in autumn,
I am suffused with the splendor of colors,
As the shutter of my sanguine mind opens,
the flourishing film of receptive sensuality
captures the sublime snapshots of beauty
for the collage of life called kaleidoscope.
Mountain laurel perfume wafted in the soft breeze.
Myriads of flittering birds sang in the trees.
At peace on our cabin porch with feet on the rail
Until a trumpet blast called me to hit the trail.
When at last would come my soldier’s release
To return to our laurels, birds, and peace?
With the martial trumpet silent once more,
All survivors returned to their home shore.
Would I limp stiff legged down the last mile,
To laurels, and birds, and your peaceful smile?
Alas, but a dream that came not to pass.
My future lay beneath the clover grass.
Wrapped in red, white, and blue came my release,
To scentless laurels, silent birds and wailing peace.
in the open air
cacophonous solitude ~
quiet containment
the pert butterflies
speckled and multicoloured ~
flittering about
2/16/2023
Spring Flower, Bird or Butterfly Haiku x 2
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
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