A warm and velvety blanket spun of dreams
cocoons me as I sleep while I transform.
All my life I’ve known I could fly.
I only needed you to champion me;
as my vibrant wings evolved ‘neath shadowed leaves.
I emerge from darkness glistening in the sun.
With wonder that I’ve changed so thoroughly.
You smile and you point into the sky
Your faith in me worth more then hopeful words.
I rise up with the eagles and I soar.
Patricia Gibson-Williams
November 10, 2005
Author notes
I hope you like this. I guess I always wanted to be a butterfly until my Joe showed me how much better it was to soar with eagles.
Patti
Written November 10th, 2005
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A contest entry
- Metaphor, in Ten Lines or Less! 24 Hr Contest by Nicole Hanna.
300 points, ended November 11, 2005, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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This has a very soft and romantic feel to it. It almost makes me think back on my youth a bit, and reminesce. The second line stuck for me a bit, with the word "while", but otherwise, I thought this was a very good read.
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Butterflies symbolize change in many "new age" spiritual thought systems. So with that in mind, this is quite a metaphor for such change, inspiring me to strive for wings myself! Nicely done.
peace
doug
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well done!
Most things that fly are really pretty and inspiring (lol I sound like a little schoolgirl)
This poem was well written, with good diction and vivid imagery. I'm sure most of us can relate to this. Well done, and best wishes in the contest!
Stacy
ps: we have the same last name
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