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ESP Member Elite
since 2000-01-25
Posts 2556Floating gently on a cloud.... |
Usually I post in the pub, but I wanted to try something different....so I tried Open and it sunk to page 3 with 2 replies. I know you're not meant to cross post, but I thought on the grounds that it's in poetry oblivion already it wouldnt matter so much. I hope you all don't mind too much!! Love, Liz xxx Dances with memories Out they slip, smooth and swift, One by one these ghostly butterflies. Memories with wings, under a curse, To dance and dance until they die. Locked safe within my treasure chest, Moving gently to the rhythm of my tears, They fret to be free, to flutter, to dance, Doomed never to be stilled, I fear. I release them all, together we dance, In ecstasies of pleasurable pain. Time standing still as I look behind, At sunshine, laughter tears and rain. They haunt me, spectres of time gone by, Enchant me, entice me to dance eternally. Eyes fixed behind on what I have lost, I fail to see what is standing before me. New hopes, new chances, now shimmering, Now dulled by shadows of butterfly wings, The memories are swooping and dancing, To the joyful sorrow that my heart sings. Torn between dancing the dance of the past, Or prancing forward into new-coloured spheres; I long for the dance to reach its finale, Hoping my path doesn’t lose itself here. I jump like a colt, reach for my butterflies, Knowing that capture is the key to tomorrow, Elusive they are, staying just out of reach, Can’t do it alone, I realise with sorrow. Away they slip, smooth and swift, One by one these ghostly butterflies. Memories with wings, under a curse, To dance and dance until they die. --------------------------------- "Gorge the honey from life, and live through the stomach aches knowing they will pass..." ~Liz Pinard 2003~ [This message has been edited by ESP (05-10-2003 06:23 PM).] |
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since 2001-11-05
Posts 2527Transylconia, Winnipeg |
Oh my, Elizabeth... this is a really cool poem. I love your choice of metaphor, the butterflies dancing and casting the shadows of the past over the prospects of the present, distracting you from what you have and letting you look only on what you once had. It's an interesting concept, reflection and retrospect that puts you into a daze... that keeps you from looking at the present world as anything but a dark spot shadowed out by the flapping butterfly wings... Don't got to worry about anything sinking in this forum... be patient, you'll get more replies than just me. That's how Sanctuary works... posts get more of a lifespan here. Great writing, Elizabeth. Thank you for contributing this to the Poetic Haven. Parasite Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world. |
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