Simple Verse.19.Butterflies Poem by Valsa George
Simple Verse.19.Butterflies
Watch these butterflies on colorful wings
Merrily they flit from flower to flower
These delicate dancing dervishes,
Live joyously in Nature's balmy bower
Staying in captivity for days on end
Free at last from the binding cyst
Leaving behind their shackles and chains
Into boundless freedom, soar on wings swift
As light and fleet as the passing breeze
They fly all through the summer's day
Feasting on nectar is all what they do
Flowers en mass welcome these companions gay
These tiny miracles of grace capture our eyes
As they reel on wings colorful as rainbow hues
Alas, so fragile in form and structure
With the slightest touch, one can their frame bruise
While these jolly fellows float up and down
Children in ambush wait to trap these flies
Remember, in moments of gay abandon, danger lurks
Better fly fast, fly far, you lovely butterflies!
Hi Valsa when I wrote my paragraph on the Simple Verse.19. I began to doze over my computer. But I woke up twice and went back to typing and left a big gap each time I tried to reconnect with my argument - not possible, all I accomplished was incoherence. So I got up, walked around my apartment, went out on the balcony, got a blast of cold air, fixed an espresso and I'M BACK! ... The butterflies are are living a perfectly balanced life and not interfering with any other life form. The nectar they take from flowers doesn't hurt the flower and they don't have to kill other life to guarantee their life goes on. Oh, what bliss not to carry that guilt! Rilke called our reliance on killing for survival OUR WANDERING SORROW. Boy, you're gonna carry that weight a long, long time (Beatles, Abbey Road) .
You call the butterflies TINY MIRACLES OF GRACE, and that is precisely the role they play in the poem. It is a grace that comes from being alone but alert, and humans are especially hurt by slow degrees of loss. But the closely observing butterfly knows instinctually life is savoring nectar - and there's an abundance of it, and what he takes does not endanger the flower. It's a perfectly balanced ecology of bee and flower.
Very nice poem and very beautifully composed that says many a thing of life.......Valsa.......great write as always 10/10
You have made a captivating expression on butterflies in this poem. Its nature, and picture with children and flowers have been impressively penned. I cite..These tiny miracles of grace capture our eyes / As they reel on wings colorful as rainbow hues Alas, so fragile in form and structure / With the slightest touch, one can their frame bruise..fine poem.
a beautifully composed poem.... your words took me on a butterfly's journey
Butterflies in colourful wings present the life so ever in a wonderful mood. Very nicely crafted and drafted poem shared on.
Staying in captivity for days on end Free at last from the binding cyst Butterflies are fluttering beauties. Beautifully captured in the poem.
Gracefully written, you took me on a butterfly's journey with your words. Thank you yet again Valsa for another of this world's wonders.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/5/2025 9:44:59 AM # 1.0.0
I always had happiness symbolized by a butterfly. You have imaged the tiny miracle of grace as a thing of beauty...yet untouchable. Lovely write, Valsa!