Poem -
To a butterfly
A butterfly has caught
my eye, my breath,
a moment to behold,
to savour, to sweeten
the heart´s slow, bitter death
I dare not move orÂ
breathe a contented sigh,
for fear she will spreadÂ
her wings and fly
Gentle butterfly of
heart´s delight,
fly free and seize the light
A winged pulse
upon the timeless air,
in the void between heartbeats
I will always feel you there
A flower for winter´s grim mists
and darkest nights,
and with every silken wing beat
paint rose petal shades across the sky.
Â
Support CosmoFunnel.com
You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.
Comments
Hello Tony,Â
this is a ray of sunlight on a dark cold
day. Just what was needed so thank you. I love butterflies. My mother had one live in her house for a year. She fed it droplets of water and honey. She believed it was a visiter, and who is to say it wasnât. Thanks for reminding me of their beauty and grace.Â
âA winged pulse
upon the timeless air,
in the void between heartbeats
I will always feel you thereâÂ
That was my favourite stanza. Breathtaking and a visual delight for the readers imaginationÂ
A wonderful poemÂ
Gwen x
Hi Gwen, hope you are very well. Glad you felt that it was a ray of sunlight on a cold day, a lovely comment to make. I love butterflies too, there are swarms of them in the Andalusian mountains, especially in the Spring. Delightful creatures as they, whirl, twirl and flirt with the breeze. Love the story of your mother´s relationship with one, absolutely fascinating, thank you for sharing it with me, perhaps I´ll try to entice one in with water and honey. Yes, there is a strong belief that they are visitors, you never know, they always seem to appear at the right time.
Thank you for your lovely words Gwen, I hope the new year brings many bright and colourful butterflies.
Happy new year!
Tony xx
Â
Thanks Tony and I hope you have a wonderful fulfilling 2023Â
Flirt with the breeze, once again you creat such wonderful imagery. I did write a poem about a butterfly on here.
My mother has sent me many photos of herself sat with the visitor. It would often rest on the arm of her sofa. It refused to leave the house. I found one a couple of years ango inside a bouquet of flowers in the depths of winter, when we had snow. It was resting within roses and carnations. I took photos as I couldnât believe it at the time. My garden gets a lot of dragonflies which I also find beautiful. Anyway I waffle. Have a good week and I look forward to reading more from you my friendÂ
Gwen x
This poem came to life for me. What a pretty picture it painted đ¨ đ xxÂ
Hi Alice, thank you for taking the time to read and comment on my poem. Very happy to read that it came to life for you and that it painted a pretty picture for you. A lovely thing to say and inspirational too, thank you so much. xx