Butterfly Blues Poem by Amanda Shelton

Butterfly Blues



I see you with your clipped wings,
fallen to my feet.

You the wingless painful little thing,
struggling to breathe.

Some monster came along, stole
your beauty and flight. Such tragedy
a life short already, shortened even more.

I hydrate your soul with my tears,
I am sorry for not being able to save you.

Poor butterfly. Now I have the butterfly blues.

Saturday, May 28, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: butterfly,butterflies,sad
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
When I was younger I was afraid of death. I once witnessed a boy tear off a butterflies wings and it stuck in my mind. This poem was what I thought at the time.
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Amanda Shelton

Amanda Shelton

Bakersfield California USA
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