Blue butterflies reflect in my eyes
But you say all you can see is blue skies.
Blue butterflies then ascend to real skies,
As I finally begin to truly realize...
One very fine day,
A mellisuga and a morpho
They were talking by the shore.
Suddenly morpho was trapped in a rope,
She asked for melli to lend a hand.
Melli lent her hands,
And morpho pushed through.
After much struggle
She pulled herself up,
But without melli's help,
Could she have done that?
I think the answer is yes,
But it would've made morpho press,
More deeper into the gland,
For it tested you, the land.
Morpho came back up,
Kept reminiscing the fall.
Melli consoled and consoled,
And morpho finally controlled.
Suddenly, the rope grabbed melli,
But when she asked morpho to lend a hand,
She still chittered her fall!
Melli was stuck,
Without a haul.
Melli cried, and cried
Her endless sufferings
Morpho didn't acknowledge,
and continued her whimpering.
China has two martial arts-styled Mantis,
--just a form. A Morphinae enchants us,
a mammoth butterfly, a pearlescent
spirited blue, bewitching, heaven-sent.
Menelaus blue morpho's induced hues
are by the wing's backs wee mirrors that cues
acquaintances of its presence. Aura
is genteel though acts like a Pandora
for its natural foe, the Jacamar
that shares its habitant courses. All-star
of its genres ingrained constitution
made weak, threatened by human expansion
that misstates the authentic ranking of
the whole world down, to our floaters of love.
blue iridescence
fluttering with ruffled wings~
magical allure
7/25/21
Contest: Bite Size Poem No14
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
It’s Re Life
I took deep breaths
With you on my mind,
With my eyes closed
Eye saw blue morpho
Came close with the Western wind,
And with my heart
wide opened she entered,
Smelling rose and jasmine combined
With few more deep breaths
She chameleoned to you,
Lil as lil fairy, smiling
‘fore my soul you lit my
entire heart like the
full moon that glows
You touched my soul
And my heart began
To melt down slow like
Ice cream in the sun
You lit nulite deep in my
soul, it keeps shining the
more I think of you.
I feel you’re the eternal
fire burning deep in my soul, giving me Re life
caterpillars gorge
metamorphosis begins
translucent blue wings
Written 4th August 2020
My favourite butterfly is the Blue Morpho with a wingspan of almost 21centimeters. I love the idea that butterflies are associated with spiritual transformation ~ their exquisite colours and translucent wings give them an almost ethereal persona as if a beautiful soul has been metamorphosed as it majestically soars towards another life…
Contest Traditional Haiku – Nature Themed
Sponsor Tania Kitchin
N/A
Poem Syllable Counter Results
Syllables Per Line: 5 7 5
Total # Syllables: 17
Contest COMPLETELY YOUR CHOICE (4)
Sponsor Brian Strand
N/A
Blue morpho sat quietly
Waiting in silence for the cosmos to begin
She did not have long to wait.
Crescent moon slid out for a peek
slightly before the light show of the evening
Morpho sat quietly, gazing into the realms of creation
She could feel the hush in the grasses
As ants and grasshoppers slumbered,
missing the beauty of the evening
The moon smiled a friendly hello,
And the sky began to twinkle alive with pure joy
The joy of the evening.
Blue morpho was astounded by the beauty
She saw, and she was excited too
Anticipating nothing as great as what was.
Oh gorgeous blue butterfly from Peru,
My daughter's gift she brought back cased in glass,
You cheer my heart each time I gaze at you.
Your life cut short, it is a shame, alas,
Yet you live on eternally you see
Because forever in your case you keep
And I will pass you down to family.
Into their hearts too, your beauty will creep.
In my mind's eye I see you soaring free
Within the forest flora where you roam
Flitting flower to flower happily,
You have a place of honor in my home.
You remind me that after death's cold claim
Your tiny spirit still retains its flame.
10-4-19
~Second Place~
Writing Challenge, October - Butterfly-
Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Dear Heart- Wiishkobe Ode
Trade Your Skin
Who knew you’d trade your tender skin
For something finer, something thin?
An iridescent new blue suit,
To wear when sipping sour fruit.
Who knew you’d transform, by and by
From human form to butterfly?
With eyes that hide beneath your wings,
You watch on high for heavenly things.
Who knew you’d be an insect fair,
And waft away on misty air?
Then pause and warm your wings in sun.
You knew, Blue Morpho. You’re the one.
RUNNING into truth
bruises
bi
fur
cated
Flutterbyes
of lashed
luscious Every-Knows
my soul the Blue Morpho
Butterfly my mind laced
black edges my breasts
fluttering bright blue!
:: 07-19-2018 ::
an amethyst flower enchants a blue morpho to alight
© Connie Marcum Wong
February 24, 2016
Monoku #8 Contest
Sponsor PD
sapphire petals
screaming out
in rage.
black tears
falling heavily
onto wings.
two wispy
threads tugging
furiously lightly.
grey streaming
outward onto
azure expanse.
slight wind
catching in
petite sails.
gentle dwarf
feet clinging
on tightly.
vines draping
over a
worn twig.
ripened yellow
fruits ready
to fall.
brush lining
slivers of
maple branches.
divine being
of nature
taking flight.
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