Open Poetry #40 |
FIRST ENTRY IN MY DEATH JOURNAL |
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since 2006-04-29
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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 |
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SPIRIT Senior Member
since 2002-12-29
Posts 1745California Desert |
You know the title had to pull me in...and I am glad it did, I enjoyed this 'soft scribe'... |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
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. |
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Drauntz Member Elite
since 2007-03-16
Posts 2905Los Angeles California |
interesting and beautiful poem |
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