She once flew through the sky
Soared past the big bright sun
Never thought of how she might die
All until she decided she was done.
Her colors were so bold and shining
Kept at a steady pace
Her wings neat with a silver lining
The sorrow now shows on her face.
Every wakening day
She was dining by the creek
Now she don’t know what to say
Her lost happiness she wishes to seek.
Now she lays all day and morns
Can’t get off the ground
She sighs feeling very forlorn
Her head pounding with every sound.
Wipe away your tears
Get down from your high
I know you have pain and fears
Oh please, broken butterfly.
It must be my lucky day when I wander into your site, There is so much beauty in the poems that you write. .-10
thank you both for the supportive comments! it brings me much joy! :)
Every living creature has its inevitable pain to ponder, to bear and to find delight in when relieved! whether broken or not, pain is an invariable aspect connected to destiny. i have, sometimes past, composed a similar thought on a kite and a butterfly, whom we tried to save, and succeeded, it was rather pretty real an experience. fyi only. good penning what you have done. God Bless. rgds and so much love.
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Wipe away your tears Get down from your high I know you have pain and fears Oh please, broken butterfly. Personification of a butterfly. you speak so much of human pain remaining in the image of the broken butterfly. a good literary piece is your poem. liked it very much. tony