A Butterfly Poem by Anton Kar

A butterfly… The genuine creation
Of a flawless, unconstrained nature's will.
The long-awaited designation
Of fleeting radiance in the nocturnal still.

It's nothing but a vulnerable lady
At once possessing
The mighty unaccountable force
To get offended promptly, oddly,
To tower above the ordinary prose.

Now glaring, inviting beacon,
Now dingy, unattractive outline -
It breathes new life into the defunct,
It takes away the just arisen hope.