I heard them take a thorn-ridden rose
And change it into a white dove that flew high
And only came back to earth
To glare at the dirty world.
But beyond the banks of dirty,
I saw a butterfly flutter to a lily.
What a beautiful mosaic she would make.
I took her by the wings and placed her
Gently against my canvas.
She was confused until she felt the blue paint
Spread over her body.
As I sealed her to my paper.
I hung her above my wall,
Watching her flutter
Before the fumes took her life.
When I returned to my window,
The dove had flown away,
Leaving a simple thorn-ridden stem in it's wake.
But no petals to share.
A contest entry
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300 points, ended August 22, 2007, 48 entries
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Comments
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interesting piece. i really like the picture you have there. i really liked your piece very much. thanks for entering and good luck.
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This is a very deep and abstract sort of piece. Almost out of my league, the imagery here is complex - and yet it seems there could be more... Thank you for entering, best of luck in the contest.
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I like this poem alot althought I thought what you di to the butterfly was mean and sad!!!
"I hung her above my wall,
Watching her flutter
Before the fumes took her life"
LOL Anyways good write
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