Since she was a caterpillar,
this butterfly drew her eye.
Stained-glass-brilliant Monarch
flying firebrand colors;
Magnificent,
[slightly smoldering]
checkered-burning wings.
On a star-crossed Sunflower
one rosy-dawn intoxication,
she sipped nectar with her king.
Flames of castle-building desire,
lit romance in her thorax.
He, 'tho fond of her and flattered,
was hardly serious about their fling.
Flittered off without a thought
for poor little Nightshade Moth.
Her penchant for nobility;
blazing fascinations and
lightning-rod decisions,
left her sighing reveries.
Following her instincts
might seem a foolish thing.
Impetuous and reckless,
risking such fragile collateral~
as gossamer limbs for bliss.
Born to live in obscure shadows,
drawn perpetually to the light.
Nothing to do with wrong or right,
it simply is her flight.
Author notes
Anything & Everything for GOLD!! by GloriousGift
A contest entry
- The Birds & the Bees... by Peripatetic.
1500 points, ended January 19, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Anything & Everything for GOLD!! by Hebz.
400 points, ended June 21, 221 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
whatever you feel is right
Comments
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Wow, I am actually blown away to get the Gold, it was a strong field of great poems I was up against.
Kudos to all the poets who entered so many wonderful and varied writes, and my humble thanks to Glorious gift for this glorious shiny.
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A Finalist--well, till now ;)
Real Brilliant
I love the title , & the whole poem, images
Thnx for entering & best of luck
GloriousGift
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It's an honor to be in your finalist list. Thank you for that and for the "Brilliant" comment you left for me (smiles).
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Captivating imagery, so sad. You made the butterfly/moth a poignant story of human love. Beautifully written with a deft touch for poetic devices.
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Thank you so much for reading and commenting so nicely on my poem...
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Ah, well, monarchs and moths have lives to which they must be true in the end. At most they can only notice one another, but neither can adapt to the other's life. To be all that one can be is not to be everything to everyone.
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And with all the flutter, the kings included, it comes down to the last stanza.
"Born to live in obscure shadows,
drawn perpetually to light.
Nothing to do with wrong or right,
it simply is her flight."
It simply IS her flight. Such a beautiful way to end this poem. ~Pamela
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Pamela your good opinion means a lot to me, thank you for your kind comment.
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Oh, what beautiful imagery and what a haunting tale told from the perspectives of butterfly and moth you have woven
a wonderful story even we lowly beings can relate to. Bravo and Good luck in the contest.
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Awww thanks toomysterious, you are such a sweetheart and a fine poetess in your own right. You comment is treasured.
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Splendid, Hon.. It seems like we humans are sometimes no different then the lowly moth, forever hungering for things that glitter in the light.. I loved it, well done!
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Bright and shining things have always drawn me to reach out my hand, sometimes getting burned, sometimes not. Yes the hunger is there isn't it?
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What a beautiful narrative that is filled with captivating original imagery. I love the feel of this poem and I was especially impressed with this stanza:
“On a star-crossed Sunflower
one rosy-dawn intoxication,
sipping nectar with her king.”
Love,
Amera♥
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Amera, you shape my heart, thank you.
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I found it to be quite humorous by the end of the sixth stanza and would have left it there.
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Thanks for your comment ea, I was going for a bit more.
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Oh wow this piece is stunningly beautiful and tragic
Her penchant for nobility;
blazing fascinations and,
lightning-rod decisions~
left her lonely reveries.
we always get burned by the bad boys
brillient
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Thank you Darkwell, I appreciate your comment.
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