The butterfly
goes back and forth
between my lungs,
where there's a blast of winter
and no trace of the bright glow of autumn.
Eventually,
it sits and settles
amidst the raining petals inside my head, flabbergasted by the flash
of the first warm rays of the sun of spring.
p1The title 'Your Memory', reduced to delicate breath as a butterfly flutters 'back and forth between my lungs' in a cold snap season 'where there's a blast of winter and no trace of the bright glow of autumn' is exquisite imagery; extended into the wonderfully written
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
p2'Eventually, it sits and settles amidst the raining petals inside my head'; and the startling break through moment explanation 'flabbergasted by the flash of the first warm rays of the sun of spring.' Superb Poetry.