I held out my hands
to the butterflies...
missing a lost past
anticipating a future
yet to be built on
they never touched me.
then, my thoughts stood still
and one rested on my foot
Author notes
Thanks Yem!
A contest entry
- Sleeps With Butterflies by Utok Bulinaw.
800 points, ended February 6, 2008, 6 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Ah, what delicate beauty conveyed, with simple words, masterful!
Love and peace always,
mj.
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Very nice ...
very nice indeed.
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I like the brevity and simplicity of this one. Patience is one virtue that is truly hard to master and it's even more difficult for those who are lonely and longing for love. The anticipation and expectations could indeed trouble our hearts, making us restless but if we allow our hearts to rest, to be still, to stop searching then love will come in no time. I remember a teacher telling me before that when one does not search for love; love will find them. To accept the way things are and aren't and to understand why some things don't come as soon as when we want them to could help us in mastering not only patience but faith - faith that there's always time for everything and God has something better in store for us. I wish you more beautiful things to land in your heart Mari. Thank you for entering.
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Ah! the brilliance of understanding! And you do it so beautifully, with the fragile luminous quality of butterflies. Lovely poem! You make me smile this morning!
Mari, have you ever seen "Windowpane" butterflies? Someone sent me pictures of them once. You can actually see through their wings!
~ K
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tenderness galore I tell ya! And how beautiful it is
now, be careful with the thought that landed on your foot, that you don't trample it to pieces
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Aweeee, this is a tender poem to say the least, I am happy at least it landed on your foot. But it would have been better in your hand I think. Love the poem & you dear sister
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The hands are extended toward heaven...it's a prayer she can't expect to be answered...and it's not...at least not until she understands what it is she's after...it's then that she finds it..."God helps those who help themselves."
"they never touched me."
My favorite part because it's the division between the two parts of the poem...that correlation that the brilliant Yemassee mentions.
Of course in my world, it's an anvil that would rest on my foot...
coitado!
Notice how I managed to make this comment about me?
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Dear Sir Ima Cucumber.... cucumbers don't have feet, and it's probably a good thing for you since I really like the way you fly. (They aren't supposed to have wings, either, and you do your best to keep yours incognito!) ~ Karen
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Thank you. I have wings but they're atrophied from lack of use. The halo is rather dented too.
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LOL good one Karen!
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Nice smile
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It's a lovely poem MariGoes, and the sentiment of course is logical, though it's far harder to actually prescribe to such a thing.
I like the idea of peace, of coming to terms, to understanding that, if we want something to land, we can't be flitting about. That goes for dreams as well as butterflies.
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All your poems' author notes should say "Thanks Yem" in fact all poems on AP should say that!
A watched pot never boils...but it's far more than that. I could speak of a lot of things here, but I should let others have that fun...
like, I won't mention the symbolism of the butterfly and how it relates to the theme of the poem, and I won't mention the division of the poem, how it adds to the meaning...
and I won't mention the idea that the only way to contentment is to stop yearning and just let it be.
And of course I won't point out the correlation between the hands and feet and just how important that is to the poem...without it...it's a very different poem.
But of course I won't mention any of that.
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LOL Thank you for the support, help and title
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simply beautiful...PK
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