Through the clearing
Appears the open meadow
Where the daisies lay down to die
We pulled out our legs
We opened our eyes
Stars slept in our pupils
but the black sky pressed so deep
within my chest, I nearly lost my breath
and I withered
So can you see the shattered kaleidoscope?
And she lay me down blanker, quieter
While I played dead
She caressed numb fingers
To look long into blank eyes
To trace the lines
till my sorrows unfolded into butterflies
the lifeless wings, I fondled with a weightless hand
(no breath in the grass, no warmth in their insect bodies)
In cool night grass
twenty one dead butterflies covered me.
The kaleidoscope shone, it's cracks, it's resemblance
so now, can you see us?
Author notes
uck. grunt. blehkh. grrr. frustration. trying to save it.
Comments
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really good
A powerful poem, and I really enjoyed the lines,"In cool night grass
twenty one dead butterflies covered me."
And thanks for the comment; mushrooms seem to make everyone a poet!
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some fantastic imagery here... nicely written
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