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"Butterflies" They come like the seasons and spill not only relief, But love, hate, joy, the tears I weep. I cannot stop the flow, mixed with a red No tourniquet will hold, clot not till I have fed My need to expunge all I never said to those, Who like greedy vultures, picked flesh from bone! No longer do I question, forced, I go with it, Days, sometimes weeks, waking at night to pen All that I would not say from fear of what I know not, Just my pounding heart and the butterflies like knots! With each word I write, they light on the smallest leaf, Spreading their wings, exposing beneath Their wondrous beauty the opposite, creatures of the night, Ugly, worn, my fleeting glimpse of life takes flight! |
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Wow. Awesome poem. Thanks for sharing.
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Wow. Awesome poem. Thanks for sharing. But happy, thanks!! |
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Awesome.....
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butterflies show the freedom of who they are
as the butterfly is the beauty and creation of the universe not sure if you belive in spirituality but when my grandmother died her soul is now a butterfly for at the funeral there were 2 white butterflies that flew up to the sky together for my grandfather grave was less than 50ft away from my grandmothers and when my sister was getting married she was getting dress in this shed and it had a curtain across the door path there was a white butterfly that was able to get past that and surround my sister heart that was grandma |
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"Butterflies" They come like the seasons and spill not only relief, But love, hate, joy, the tears I weep. I cannot stop the flow, mixed with a red No tourniquet will hold, clot not till I have fed My need to expunge all I never said to those, Who like greedy vultures, picked flesh from bone! No longer do I question, forced, I go with it, Days, sometimes weeks, waking at night to pen All that I would not say from fear of what I know not, Just my pounding heart and the butterflies like knots! With each word I write, they light on the smallest leaf, Spreading their wings, exposing beneath Their wondrous beauty the opposite, creatures of the night, Ugly, worn, my fleeting glimpse of life takes flight! |
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"Butterflies" They come like the seasons and spill not only relief, But love, hate, joy, the tears I weep. I cannot stop the flow, mixed with a red No tourniquet will hold, clot not till I have fed My need to expunge all I never said to those, Who like greedy vultures, picked flesh from bone! No longer do I question, forced, I go with it, Days, sometimes weeks, waking at night to pen All that I would not say from fear of what I know not, Just my pounding heart and the butterflies like knots! With each word I write, they light on the smallest leaf, Spreading their wings, exposing beneath Their wondrous beauty the opposite, creatures of the night, Ugly, worn, my fleeting glimpse of life takes flight! |
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Thanks guys!!!!!!
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butterflies show the freedom of who they are as the butterfly is the beauty and creation of the universe not sure if you belive in spirituality but when my grandmother died her soul is now a butterfly for at the funeral there were 2 white butterflies that flew up to the sky together for my grandfather grave was less than 50ft away from my grandmothers and when my sister was getting married she was getting dress in this shed and it had a curtain across the door path there was a white butterfly that was able to get past that and surround my sister heart that was grandma Hi Queen! I came back to read this again...My poem is a metaphor...I think I understand what you are saying..Someday you will have to tell me more... |
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I loved this Leigh..Beatiful write..
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I loved this Leigh..Beatiful write.. Thank you!! |
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Excellent write.....
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One of God's best creations,,
So ugly as it slugs along its path, distasteful to be seen or held. Then to be reborn again here live and so marvelous to experience. Freed from its slow crawling ways,as beauty and wings attach to who it is..This ever so wonderful floating specimen of Grace and beauty. Spreading its wings for its first flight into the air. What a God giving gift to have been born to be., Such talent beneath your finger tips,,,Thank YOU for sharing this with us,,,and PLEASE,,write more and never be shy about its content or expression,,,I feel you have much talent here and your holding back much you've never shared,,, Have a great Thanksgiving,,, |
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Thank you both, I appreciate your comments! |
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Thank you both, I appreciate your comments! Lets have more..I am sure you have plenty |
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Thank you both, I appreciate your comments! Lets have more..I am sure you have plenty Thanks...yes, I have many... |
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Transformation has many facets. Elegantly penned.
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Transformation has many facets. Elegantly penned. Deeply appreciate "your" comment Sharris... |
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(((( J ))))................TY |
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