FIRST ENTRY IN MY DEATH JOURNAL

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Open Poetry #40

FIRST ENTRY IN MY DEATH JOURNAL

shirtless
Member

since 2006-04-29

Posts 359

0 posted 2007-07-10 08:55 PM

there was a butterfly
on the trail

I could not tell
if it was living
or dead

I placed
it on
my palm
and knew
that it
was dead

I let
it fall
back to
the trail
and its wings
fluttered
in a breeze
I could
not feel

there was a butterfly
on the trail

I could not tell
if it was living
or dead

SPIRIT
Senior Member

since 2002-12-29

Posts 1745
California Desert

1 posted 2007-07-12 09:54 AM

You know the title had to pull me in...and I am glad it did, I enjoyed this 'soft scribe'...

Poet deVine

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Member Seraphic

since 1999-05-26

Posts 22612
Hurricane Alley

2 posted 2007-07-12 12:41 PM

Sometimes if we all sit still it's like we're dead...a butterfly's life is only one day long I've heard. Sad, because they are so beautiful. Enjoyed this very much.

Drauntz
Member Elite

since 2007-03-16

Posts 2905
Los Angeles California

3 posted 2007-07-12 01:27 PM

interesting and beautiful poem

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