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The Color of Butterflies
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The Color of Butterflies |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla 
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The Color of Butterflies It’s often that I sit and dream Creating worlds of fertile seem. Lit by butterflies passing flight Making fantasy come to light. And in this mirror of my wile Reflects the thinking of my guile. The magic in each moments flare That turned them into daring dare. They are the embers of my fire The burning bush of light retires. The bright that lays my windowsill And brings to me my wanton will Their the colors of my palette Brilliant hews of shining scarlet. Feeding butterflies come my way Through out the night and in the day They are the tinctures of my goal They are the pictures of my soul. [This message has been edited by Seymour Tabin (edited 04-14-2001).] |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
Seymour, I enjoyed gazing into the mirror of your wile for awhile (as I always do). This is lovely, delicate writing, you know. Thanks for it. Claire (pssssst...check "shining") (o: Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?......Henry David Thoreau |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Seymour~ The colors of the butterfly rarely escape artistic eye ~ For with the flair of painter's pen you fling them to the canvas, then ~ All their glorious colors display with palette hues in soft array ~ Across the page in metered flit upon a flower, they come to sit ~ Bringing me a joyous thought of the penning you have wrought ~ *Thank you for this inspirational bonnet adorned with lovely verse - butterfly worn !  Love n' hugs~ ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
They are the embers of my fire The burning bush of light retires. The bright that lays my windowsill And brings to me my wanton will Their the colors of my palette Brilliant hews of shinning scarlet. Feeding butterflies come my way Through out the night and in the day They are the tinctures of my goal They are the pictures of my soul. =========================  ~*~   ~*~  I have heard the cries of butterflies Brushed butterfly tears from luna eyes Heard butterfly sighs gifted in sweet reprise Seen butterflies soar in morns glowing sunrise Witnessed my own reflection in emerald eyes of wise Cried in the losses of butterfly goodbyes Known the rise of butterfly inspire on high Found quiet comfort in the promise of binding butterfly ties Learned unconditional butterfly love never dies Discovered fate's prize as butterfly wings took to the skies ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ thank you for the inspiration, thank you for always understanding my reasons, thank you for being you. *winkiewinkie* love ya  meEvery moment of every day |
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Sven
since 1999-11-23
Posts 14937East Lansing, MI USA |
I would not be surprised Sy, if you could paint them with these words. . . excellent. . . ------------------------------------------------------- To the world, you may only be one person. But to one person, you may be the world. |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Meadow, Thank you for the read and comment and the "shining" too. *L* Marge, Thank you for the lovely poem and I send back the love and hugs with interest. JM, You are my Tinkerbell, you can do no wrong. Winkiewinkie Stinky Sven, Thanks for the excellent. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
From one who views in crimson hues in green and gold and blue let me say let me have this day to speak "I like this too," and let me then thank you. |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
A lovely poem I almost missed. Joyce |
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Kit McCallum
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Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
Seymour, it is always such a pleasure to read your wonderful cadence and rhyme. This flows so sweetly and delicately, just lovely!  Best wishes, /Kit |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Sunshine, And I thank you. *L* Joyce, Thank you for catching it and nice comment. Kit, I thank you for the lovely, you are one of my favorites. |
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