Chrysalis skeleton perched on a leaf.
Light shudders across moist wing,
unfolding stains of color stretch.
Churches hushed worship wonder,
windows of stain glass become wings~
carry blessings haloed by promise,
as love feeds on each evaporated dream.
Spreading across the leaf,
ready to fly, the morning inhales
the day ~ as love has been born to fly.
5:53 PM
06/21/07
Newington, VA
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Option three, she should be a gift of love and a butterfly be, fly free. Remember that when she drives you to distraction. Love, Tom B.
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really good job
i was drawn by the title and
my everlasting "butterflies are free" attitude
so a delightful read
not always, but many times as a butterfly flickers across my yard or i'm in a park, etc
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it sits on a flower, i just stop to watch its beauty, serenity, etc
I like your imagery
especially, the stained metaphor
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Wanted to get at the butter fly from a different angle. Started with a stain glass vision and something I had read from Walter Carlos. I take it from where ever I can get it. Inspiration, that is.
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My mind is preoccupied with a close Friend who is beset by illness. This lil poem reminded me of her and her resiliency and strength. I thank you for this breath of fresh air.
It took me out of my doldrums, Scribe!
~ Nicholas
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Such a gift to be shared. I am honored and touched. Thank you for the joy of your sharing.
Love, Tom B.
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As love emerges from the cocoon woven by our desire to be together after feeding on the hope of it being perfect this time...
Butterflies are such a good way of depicting emotions. They flutter by and touch us with their beauty, as your words have touched me.
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Glad you enjoyed my fancy. I just enjoyed writing it. Your joy in it multiples mine.
Love, Tom B.
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Beautiful
Yes indeed we each are like fresh butterflies within the morning mist thankful for a brand new day . What a wonderful way to look at it and I will never forget it
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sweet poem this is soo sweet and touchin good lucks in da contest
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Thanks. Contest done and nothing won
But I don't mind cause the poem is just fine 
Love, Tom B.
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Reading this I was touched by the notion of love coming softly, quietly and ever so tenderly like that of a butterfly's wings. Such a wonderful poem. Loooooooove it.
Ash
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I swear, you are such a romantic. Good. So am I. This one was to delight a mom and her child. I wanted a little of the spiritual with the natural. I didn't win anything but she left a nice comment. I am not very good at writing for contests. Sometimes I get lucky and find a contest that is right for the poem.
Love, Tom B.
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NIce your poems always have some early morning though whispering over woods of trees. Leaves that sways in its golden coffee in a scent of quietness
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I love the way the world wakes up. I love it when it dances in the light of a bright day. This is tender and soft cause it was for a mother to share with her child.
Love, Tom B.
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Very Nice
I like your poem, it felt wonderful to be a butterfly really!! Butterfly then wings to fly perfect!!
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Thanks for enjoying this. It was a joy to create.
Love, Tom B.
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That was really beautiful...I liked it a lot. Wonderfully penned...keep it up!
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I really enjoyed this poem. I especially liked the first line in the second stanza. It rang in my mind. Cheers, Helena Emma
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Thanks for stopping by and I am glad you enjoyed your visit.
Joy shared always multiplies. Peace & Love, Tom B.
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This poem is so beautiful inspirational penning.
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I am blessed that you have shared your joy with me. May it fill your day with grace. Love, Tom B.
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I haven't read the other two yet...but this is one of those time yu really knocked my socks off, lol.
It has a very deep spiritual quality(not because it mentions church, lol)...and I agree with natari moon..very elegant. Love the stained glass butterfly wing metaphor..I might have to steal that, lol.
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You are right. The spirituality has nothing to do with mentioning churches. I am glad you took the time to share your joy with me. I know getting your socks off is hard. Particularly if we don't take the shoes off first
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haha!
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You write love poetry in such an elegant way.I like how butterflies seem to connect us to romantic thoughts.Personally I have always been drawn to moths.LOL.Anyway this was a lovely poem to read at this time of day.
Helen
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This is one of those it came out of nowhere poems. I am glad I got to recieve it. Be careful I write of moths and believe in the power of suggestion. Thanks for sharing your joy. Love, Tom B.
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BREATH TAKING
Such beautiful words of love: Spreading across the leaf, ready to fly, the morning inhales the day~as love has been born to fly "sighs" as love feeds on each evaporated dream thank you so very much for sharing
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You are generous in your praised, blessed in your love. Thanks for gracing my page. Love, Tom B.
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"Love is born to fly"...and often comes from the most surprising sources! You must have seen stained glass butterflies. They put the church windows to shame with their transparent wings.
Perhaps when dreams evaporate, we near the end of our seasons, but ideas exist infinitely to be expressed within diviner mind to manifest creativity unceasingly in love and life and light.
...for I am leaf curling, grateful for every wing of morning unfurling a new day before me. Thank you, Tom.
~ KL
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Dreams stir amongst the leaves
We allow dreams to grow as we travel through our day, love feeds the river of our heart as we become part of all that is. This butterfly is just one small part of the wonder we live in. Love, Tom B.
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Ewwwww, good luck in this contest, this was simply filled with beautiful lines, captivating me mind ~Tia
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The colors of a newly born butterfly catches our breath. Thanks for letting me know that this poem captured you. Be good, Be blessed. Love, Tom B.
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"Light shudders across moist wing,
unfolding stains of color stretch."
Beautiful visuals, my Friend...I love flutterbyes...Good luck in the contest... Wanda
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This was one of those gifts. While working on one this showed up. I fell in love right away. Love, Tom B.
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Reminds me of the vision I saw in my stained glass piece, sort of mirrors the feelings and how one views beautiful things in their own mind, you make me smile dear Tom Love, C
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After I wrote it, I decided your stain glass poem was an influence. I wanted to catch after I came up with the opening line the effect of a butterfly drying its wings, amongst othet things.
Love Tom B.
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What a glowy mood you've created with this. The visuals are incredible.
"love feeds on each evaporated dream" is a magical line.
And your trademark - the powerful yet soft ending - "love has been born to fly" - it made my eyes well up with tears. Just a mood I'm in I guess. Sometimes love does fly - I will just leave it at that.
Lovely, Tom.
Cris
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You got to watch that heart. I touch it. Thanks for seeing this one. it is part of the magic of breathing. Love Tom B.
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you are truely an artist Tom
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Thank you. Love, Tom B.
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This has a magical feel
to it...your muse has been
very gracious and oh so generous...
Love, Lane
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My muse, he muses. I meditate and focus and wonderful things happen. Gifts. I am glad you share in them. Tom B.
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"Windows of stained glass become wings " six words that recreate wonderment,colour,growth,movement all flying free spirited within the beauty of what is seen but more so what is felt and 'tis at this point that all indeed fluttersby,flutterby was the original name for the butterfly and my beloved Nan always referred to them as flutterby's and the reader feels that when a write enables the butterfly to flutterby 'tis job done.
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I really don't know where the inspiration for this came from. I just saw the stained glass windows become butterfly wings and it wrote itself. Thanks for feeling the spirit. Love, Tom B.
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