Open Poetry #22 |
Once... |
Tim Senior Member
since 1999-06-08
Posts 1794 |
Once I knew a learned man, ...who studied butterflies, Wings spread apart as if in flight, ...encased in tempered glass. A needle pierced each butterfly, ...help captive in its death, No longer free the butterfly, ...to touch upon the sky. Once I knew a blonde haired child, ...who loved to run and play, One day she saw a butterfly, ...land on a patch of clover. She gazed upon the butterfly, ...and marveled at its splendor, She watched until the butterfly, ...flew off to touch the sky. Once I saw I butterfly, ...I dreamt in in a dream, Wings spread apart as if in flight, ...encased in tempered glass. A blonde haired child removed the glass, ...she pulled a needle out, Then I saw the butterfly, ...fly off to touch the sky. Once I was a learned man, ...held captive by the glass, Then I was touched by a young child, ...she touched and set me free, Freed from shackles of the mind, ...to seek a summer's breeze, To soar as golden butterfly, ...to touch upon the sky. [This message has been edited by Tim (10-07-2002 10:07 PM).] |
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AniKay83 Member
since 2000-06-28
Posts 388Missing Since 1999 |
A beautiful ending. Butterflies should ALWAYS be free. ~Krissie "No one has ever loved ~anyone~ the way ~everyone~ wants to be loved" |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Beautifully written Cold hands means a warm heart |
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regards2you Member Elite
since 2002-10-01
Posts 3940California |
This is really nice. Pat without surrender, be on good terms with all persons... |
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