After the act
of making love,
I have wept
for no particular reason
but for this:
A butterfly swung to the sky,
seared itself on the sun
so it could never swoop so high
to carve this exact shape again.
Author notes
pic: Art: Touchent by Antonio de Villiers
In a list
A contest entry
- the shape of love by Nicolette.
1950 points, ended December 3, 2007, 25 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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awwwwwww ty, pen friend
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This is just one of those poems that gently punches you in the softest part of the heart, makes you gasp for breath because of its sheer beauty, its simplicity, its depth …. Yet there is nothing simple about this poem. …. It speaks of a deeper understanding of love and lovemaking and the sense of both being found and being lost at the same time. I loved this poem from the moment I first read it…. It causes butterflies to flutter from the deepest corners of the soul. A strong contender in my eyes – truly beautiful poetry… it has a lingering quality about it. Thank you so much for this entry (I'm surprised to see only 2 comments here...everybody should read this).
~ Nicolette
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ty, nicolette.... it is a wonder to me, sometimes, hwo delicate a memory can be.
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I enjoyed the brevity of this poem, and the all the power poured into that brevity. I think the imagery itself , for me, is ambigious and almost hard to decipher, but in my mind, it seems as though, the images point to something splendidly short, and crazily beautiful. Again, I found this poem to be powerful and I much enjoyed reading it.
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ty for your comments. That palce we go to...it is fragile..it is never the same ever again...and, sometimes, we hurt ourselves on it.
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Beautiful...
"A butterfly swung to the sky
And seared itself on the sun
So it could never swoop so high
to carve this exact shape again"
Touche' ...reason enough, M'Lady.
~ Nicky♥
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so true...so true
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