A finger at the edge of her lips,
scratching idly at the edge of a smile
gripping concentration in her eyes,
like a polished mahogany burl,
cut from an ageless , living tree.
Divinity exists within those eyes,
pure and innocently troubled.
Across a dimension she waits,
patient, yet at once anxious
but without fear, or hesitation.
Truth, mingled with time,
splashed with God's own tears,
and carried on His breath,
thus is her nature and her promise.
The vagabond soul cries out,
tired of the wanderlust of life.
Praying for kinship, and loving hope,
at the altar of forever and a day.
Her wings dusty, held down,
and also patiently waiting to fly,
near yet far, for a familiar change.
All the questions of ages past
linger within her mind and heart.
Can she, should she, will she ever
find what her restless heart needs?
Will she find her way through,
into the arms she dreams today,
will hold her through all her tomorrows?
Her eyes scan the distant horizons,
seeking direction, future, and life.
Mysteries shatter under her gaze,
and secrets are as one undone,
when her curiosity is piqued.
Carefree as only a butterfly can be,
lackadaisically drifting on through.
But her wings have stirred the dust,
and her fluttering has caught eyes.
And as she sits upon that flower,
poised for a new, timid flight,
My heart leaps and my soul prays,
eyes wide shut for the miracle,
of my freestyle butterfly.
Author notes
Chose Title Option - Freestyle Butterfly
Yes, rules read. Anneliese helped.
A contest entry
- First Contest ~*Lots of Options*~ by tsukiyo.
550 points, ended January 5, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Looking to clean, what do you think?
Comments
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I like this, I love the imagery in it. You did a wonderful job on the prompt...
Although it's slightly religious, I don't mind that because it's not trying to convert me.
My favorite part is:
"Across a dimension she waits,
patient, yet at once anxious
but without fear, or hesitation."
That seems to hold my attention the most and it's a wonderful phrase.
Thanks for entering, and good luck! : -
It's cleanable
I, and this is my opinion, think that there are a couple of stanzas that say basically the same thing. If you wish to clean then start by maybe reading it out loud and thinking as if you were someone else reading it. I know what your saying here and for content it's a nice write. Hope the holidays were good to you and yours!
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