Butterflies Poem by Donal Mahoney
Butterflies
Sometimes like butterflies,
words land on my ear
and sit there
wings idling till
with straight pins
I attach them
to a page
without disturbing
the dust on their wings.
I watch them and then
name them before
I release them to soar
on a zephyr as if
they were my creation.
What a fool I am.
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4/22/2024 10:19:35 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This was a charming read, it really conjured up beautiful imagery, it flows like the sun on a nice summers day, the closing is bittersweet, you think your the creator and have control, but know one has control of a butterfly, nor the words that flow from the brook of your soul. A great read,