Butterfly

A Butterfly and her cocoon

Beginning, future, and past.

Mask

A task that made sense

And I'd fly away if gravity didn't exist

Transfusion of feelings, colors, and pendulums,

Swinging forward and back

Black tailored lineage

Interested and intricate

The butterfly

Beautiful in her own right

I figured we're guarded and sheltered

The cocoon bestowed in night

Awaiting to emerge,

Expressing self and light

Daffodil and Cadmium Yellow

The butterfly

She coasts and drifts

Sways and lifts with each breeze

Climbed to the top of skyscrapers,

The Empire State

Teetering

Neither falling or swinging,

I'd fly away if gravity didn't exist.

Reviews

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

I would too Ty! Exquisite image and poem...I saw so many huge yellow-black Monarchs up in the mountains. Each one was like a message from God- they left me breathless and awestruck. Your poem captures their beauty, freedom and transitional transcendence so very well. Kudos!

[Nariko]

This is a majestic poem using butterflies for imagery

[VioletSerendipity]

Beautiful. I interpreted it as a dual meaning...a butterfly, but also as a girl wanting to be free. Love this.

[Ty]

Thank you for dropping in. The butterfly is anyone!

[Lorry]

Damn gravity, eh?
Love how the lines lift and sway, floating through the images you portray.