Butterfly Mind Poem by Amy Sutton
Butterfly Mind
I follow
Through phantom-sweet imaginings;
Technicolour-water-droplet
Bittersweetness,
Awed
Like an infant
In the face of
Gossamer-razor
Rainbow speak.
The spell is cast,
And a familiar face
Is transformed into
Firework-butterfly
Raincloud realism.
Suddenly seeing
The clockwork,
The beauty -
And the scars
Unable to believe
My smiling sun
Could cry such cold tears.
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4/26/2024 7:50:37 AM # 1.0.0.1119
At a loss for words. I love the elements of fantasy in this. But at the moment I'm unable to express it. (Adding it to favorites)