Watching Butterflies Chasing Daisies~

on love, humanity and poetry

 

 

Poetry, like love
seeps into the skin
peeking into petals

when only a whisper will do.

Like breezes between tresses,
words wander

strumming strings of hearts
long thought turned to stone.

Yes, I do dare to awaken

flutters that lie
beneath faded smiles.

I traced his thoughts
as he watched a butterfly
chasing daisies

his unshaven face beaming,
eyes all aglow
beneath a golden sunrise
and it was then I realized

that we are never too old
for love

or poetry. ~




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Reviews

[Nancy Lee Shrader]

Very impressive. I loved this piece. I also love Butterflies.



his unshaven face beaming,
eyes all aglow
beneath a golden sunrise
and it was then I realized

that we are never too old
for love

or poetry. ~



and


that we are never too old
for love

or poetry. ~



Yes this was beautiful

[Emily B]

oh, oh, oh . . .

it's too early in the morning for poetry as fresh and vibrant and lovely as this. I only just started my second cup of coffee. I'm running late today. But that said, this is beautiful and hopeful. I felt like I could reach out and touch the picture you painted. I stopped just short of my fingers grazing his unshaven face, I was afraid the ripples of the memory might be disturbed by a touch.

Lovely!