Drifting in quiet…lost in a song…

Landed and listening…in the midst of the throng…

Who will notice…who will see…

no one but no one…just you and just me…

Firmament or wing…in butterfly blue…

Cloth painted like sky…as bright as the sapphire of a sweet gazing eye…

She wraps ever so gently…tied with a bow…softly and draping…

tenderly falls…a gift so sublime…in whispers she calls…as fresh as springtime…

This curve she hugs…this one she grazes…leaving a few…in mysterious places…

All at once the breeze catches…she opens with flair…a hint of black lace…hiding…just there…

With every step…every sway…every last to and fro…she dances beside you…knows where you will go…

As close as warm breath…as strong as your heart…

Oh, how she flutters…wings open wide…she reaches for heaven…and eternal blue sky…

In a moment that lasts…long beyond now… a dozen tomorrows…each one a somehow…

Her stillness belies her…her gentle…her calm…

her heart pounds…with forever…in honey sweet song…

Did you see…did you notice…

she is ever so small…

with a blink and a whisper…

i wonder…

was she ever there…

at all…

Inspired by the Morpho butterfly and the East Texas sky…

8 thoughts on “blue butterfly sky…

  1. Aha! Ends on a doubt. This piece of music might end unresolved after a tapestry of pretty major chords; perhaps abruptly? Then it’s back to the drawing board till the next mood. Dickinson’s poems shift from mood to mood as well. Spends a few poems of no doubt, then one depressed one the quality of which renders it no less true and beautiful.

    Apparently with no surprise
    to any happy flower
    the frost beheads it at its play
    in accidental power

    The blonde assassin passes on
    the sun proceeds unmoved
    to measure off another day
    for an approving God.

    I quote this one from memory. It’s my fave Dickinson poem. So rich and deep. She never did solve her own problem of what happens to us when we die.

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    1. 😊 doubts are everywhere! And wonderings. I wonder how it would sound as a song, what a cool idea. I love Emily D. I don’t recall exactly when I first discovered her though. Her poems do have a quality to them. I can just see her plucking the words from out of the air as she might have gone about her daily tasks. Thanks for the great comment 😊

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      1. You are very welcome. I first read a lot of Emily in 1984-85 AP English out of an anthology and primer on poetry by Lawrence Perrine titled _Sound and Sense_. Robert Frost is also heavily emphasized in it. You may find old copies at your St Vinnie’s or Goodwill or wherever old used books are sold — if you are interested. It’s an excellent introduction to the use of figurative language and other literary devices. It’s rewarding and enriching. I recommend.

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