Where Are The Butterflies - Poem by Gerry Legister
The hollow tract leading to a suave phenomenon
Out of the skylight falls tenderly to the ground,
Turn suddenly into the most pleasant sensation,
Of new songs we hear bringing a pulsating sound.
Shivers coming down my back in different tones,
Poetry on thrones sends butterflies into my stomach,
The anxiety of joy dancing with abdominal tunes,
Stimulate the adrenaline to the emotions of music.
Listened to sweet reviews coming before the stage,
Turning from stampede to butterflies in my stomach,
I know why it feels like my mussels are held in a cage,
As uncompressed strings wrapped together in contract.
Jittery feathers sway on edge in the morning rush
With shallow breaths and the lengthening applause's,
Discover intricate feelings that cannot be easily crush
Create distance through the heart for better choices.
In laughter or dances the wait is something stifling,
We hear results take the rewards to have our crown,
Not frightening enough to stop our knees from shaking
But the awards mean that much interest is shown.
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