"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Sunday, August 19, 2012

Poem In Flight


It is the butterfly
on velvet wings
that makes an
ordinary blossom
enchanting.

In silence it drinks of life
while gracing the garden
with a poem in flight.
Hands reach for the verses
of beauty’s metamorphosis
with hope their dreams
will break through
the cocoons they sleep in.

Summer races
around the sun
arriving too quickly
at its burnt ending.
Soon the butterfly
will take its leave
and eyes must
wait for spring
to read another poem
written with wings.


©Susie Clevenger 2012
Shared at Real Toads 




10 comments :

Poet Laundry said...

Lovely...I especially like:

gracing the garden with a poem in flight

and...

wait for spring to read another poem written with wings

..so nice, sweetly written.

Fireblossom said...

They ARE poems with wings, aren't they? And you know I love them same as you do. :-)

kaykuala said...

The grace of a butterfly in flight to the delights of poetry! A brilliant twist to the 2 episodes of color. Nicely written Susie! We'll eagerly wait for spring!

Hank

Susan said...

sweet!

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Thank you for the big joyful smile this poem brought.

Teresa said...

This is a great poem. Truly the flowers are made beautiful by the butterflies.

myheartslovesongs.com said...

oh! i love the poem in flight!

so lovely!

flipside records said...

Ooh, I really like this:

"arriving too quickly
at its burnt ending"

sreeja harikrishnan said...

So lovely like the butterfly itself....

Ella said...

This was so lovely...I loved all of your words, but the ending sings~
It had a timid trepidation feel...
I loved it :D

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