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The Butterfly and the Gnarled Branch

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There were so many branches in life
this butterfly, beautiful butterfly, flitting
swaying in the breezes, all singing, “land on me…”

The butterfly, beautiful butterfly, flitted
upon so many branches, such a variety of branches
until the evening grew old…

The butterfly, weary butterfly, landed
upon an old and gnarled branch;
“Sing to me!” said the butterfly,
the beautiful, weary butterfly…

The branch, the old, gnarled branch, wavered,
“Every song leaves a new hole in my heart,
butterfly, oh beautiful butterfly, I cannot.”

The day, the hot July day, cooling in the evening
slowly turning toward the night, waiting,
to see what would expire
between the butterfly and the gnarled branch…

“You do not love me?”
Said butterfly, the beautiful butterfly;

“You have landed upon me”, replied the branch,
I thank you.
“You have landed on so many branches,
I am but one…
“you are beautiful, so beautiful, butterfly,
and you will land on many more,
“I really did not expect you to stay long,
and so I did not prepare a song…”

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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  • lifereaper
    July 1
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    amazing


  • SpydurPoet gold member
    June 25

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    Oh wow. That was absolutely amazing. Wow. How lucky am I to have landed upon your page and read this beautiful poem?
    Write on.
    ~*~SP~*~

  • janeofdreams silver member
    June 25

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    Beauty incarnate

    Oh, the paradox in "If I had known you were coming, I would have prepared a song." I should not make light of this poem with an enduring deep message. It is exquisite. Sad to say, your poetry often makes me feel like a bratty little sister who would poke out her tongue and repeat your profoundly deep-thought lines in a whiny nursery-rhyme singsong as comment. Please forgive my inner child. What I should say is how fortunate am I that your poetry has landed on me---with its beauty incarnate, and, sadly, I did not prepare a song.