Butterfly Dance Poem by Hazel Durham
Butterfly Dance
She drift's around without luggage, living off a blank page
Without family, finding a time to bloom,
Raising her face to the sun,
As it embraces her desire to have fun,
In it's warm rays like her cherry topped days,
Her wild flower grows with a sweet scent,
Of her forgiving ways.
Beauty sit's easily on her strong shoulders,
Relishing the here and now, without having any lair,
As she sweeps poverty away,
Like the reason to capture every season,
Squeezing evey ounce of goodness out of it's bounty,
Her jeans faded and jaded,
She searches for happiness within and invades.
Love is her reality of living,
In her cocoon of giving,
Kisses, hugs and merry times,
Night falls as nursery ryhmes calls,
As the wind howls it's enchanting language,
With the groans of the branches of the old oak tree.
This child/woman has found the secret code to be free,
Love, a vintage lace swirling around her childlike face,
Immersed in nature's verse,
Of plenty of soul, as she knows eventually she will grow old,
In her world that revolves around loving.
Like the sun in it's prime with the promise of golden sublime,
Like the moon with its sultry gift,
Like the sea water of magnitude,
With it's character of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde,
In the constant of the incoming tide,
Like the skies blue, grey, orange streaked in the colours of romance,
Nature's abundance caught with her attitude,
To always take a chance.
As she thrives as an artist of deep emotions,
Set free in flight as she finds the eternal light,
Of the freedom of another day paved in smiles,
Along the many country miles,
With her choice to rejoice,
In every star filled night,
With the twinkle in her eyes ever so bright.
In her captivating trance,
Of her everyday butterfly dance.
Hello Hazel, I read tis in my lunch break today with interruptions I have read again 6 hours have past and find pure beauty in these words. Absolutely magical. So good I will print it and put it in a frame. There is such a beautiful flow of incredible words. Thank you and CHEERS
It's a lovely penning. The real freedom lies in the sense of realization and the beauty is with the soul.
From pupa to butterfly- -there is a total transformation- - - -achieving the beauty, color and getting the wings to fly- - - the secret code, the eternal light it finds for this metamorphosis. The imagery of butterfly as an expression of creative energy is nicely penned. To quote a few lines - - - - As she thrives as an artist of deep emotions, Set free in flight as she finds the eternal light, Of the freedom of another day paved in smiles, Along the many country miles, With her choice to rejoice, In every star filled night, With the twinkle in her eyes ever so bright.
Love, a vintage lace swirling around her childlike face, Immersed in nature's verse, ..// superb, really a great expression
An extraordinary depiction of the feminine creative spirit, and a wonderful analogy to the butterfly: for they both evolve through different stages of creation and metamorphosis! The artistic spirit at its summit! A lovely poem!
Such a lovely inner world presented in this beauty filled poem.
A very invigorating write well presented Hazel enjoyed thank you Alan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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You know where is light when dark is around...your mind! _SOul