His butterfly eyes
landed on the poem
tasting its nectar
and then flying home
some of the words
were familiar to his tongue
some sounded old yet young
With butterfly eyes
he flew to another
page and another new
gathering of lines
drinking the surprise
of a strange voice and tone
written for him alone he knew.
A contest entry
- MOODS.....WHAT'S YOURS? by Ephiphany.
1200 points, ended July 1, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This was a very nice start
I like the suspence in this piece. Thanks for entering, and good luck.
-e

