The sun rises
A cluster of painted ladies
Off to migrate.
One stays behind
Broken wings trailing uselessly
Snapped off by some careless child
For amusement.
She was once great
Equal to a monarch
Or a red admiral
Bold, black strokes
Inked in striking designs
On an orange canvas.
The day her wings were taken from her
She lost all she had.
The painted mask
Cannot hide her suffering
Jagged wings blowing lifelessly
So she flits from flower to flower
Seeing their unbroken beauty
Weeping for what she has lost
Large, cold tears
Dewdrops on petals
Falling with a bounce and a shrug
As the butterfly cries.
Author notes
The contest I made this for asks what I think is beautiful. I think dew is beautiful and butterflies are beautiful. I hope this poem is beautiful, lol, jk. I mostly made this because once we raised these butterflies... or whatever, we had the caterpillars and they grew up to butterflies, and one had these broken wings... I don't know how, we never did it. We could get it on our fingers, and watched it when it ate. I thought it was beautiful. We finally released it into our backyard a couple years back.
A contest entry
- Beautiful Things by Celticjedi.
600 points, ended August 6, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
How should I end it? Or is this enough?
Comments
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Wow. What a sad piece. But you're right, as well as sad, it is also beautiful and talking about what you believe as well. You did a great job! You have an amazing ability to bring stories alive with words. Thank you for entering, and good luck!
~Cj
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