White Butterfly

Just a brief poem I found in my notes from this semester about a memory from my childhood.

By the window

In a red door

I saw you

Glistening, glimmering, gossamer white

My hand closed

Around your paper wings

Stealing shimmering flakes

and leaving you a wire skeleton

Struggling in the dark.

Reviews

[Gabriel]

A wonderful, wonderful poem. Nothing more needs to be said.

[closed]

ephemeral work
very poetic

[Kristan A. Mohammed]

Very nice piece. I feel the element of sadness, as well as the element of wonder, innocence and so much more. Congratulations. Only a true writer could accomplish so much in such little words.