Scarce Blues
Although only temporarily
blinded
By the glow from her sun
stoked hair
The last thing he recalled
before passing
Was a portion of sky with
a small diagonal crease
and a tear ….
Overflowing it was
with a million or more
jigsaw shaped pieces of
delicate blue
Although strangely enough
but most
decidedly true
Not a single kiss blown
forget-me-not petal
was in sight ….
And for a moment, it seemed
he had been
desperately wrong, for in truth
it was merely
the opening and the closing
of rare
blue butterfly wings
On which
everything so gracefully
floated and fluttered, then flew
Oh’ what distinctly flawless
yet fragile
and endangered
near perfect blue things ….
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Author:
Neville (
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Comments8
Good write N.
Another lass I gotta meet?! lol.
... Thank you Mr. O .. Maybe perhaps, I hear she's got your number
Neville
Great last scene before curtain close, Neville
................................................. thank you kindly DD but it aint over till the fat lady sings ..
Neville
Beautiful words Neville.
Andy
.......................................... Thank you Andy .. always and muchly appreciated sir
Neville
In the ending of all things life rests as fragile as butterfly wings seeking shelter in a rainstorm.
Is it our life or the futility which passes thru ones mind on the point of passing.
.... I wish I knew the answer to the question you raised, but then, I'm not the only one who would like enlightening ...
... both me & me scribble are grateful to ya for the mark you left behind DA .. thank you kindly sir ...
More than a tribute to butterfly-beauty in this clever exposure of memory's "forget-me-not" visions of long-ago love. A corker agen Nev........x
... You, my dear lady Fay are far too generous for words .........................
... Neville x
Fondly remember the ones who loved you. Grateful for the one who stayed.
Really good write, Neville.
................................... Thank you Jerry .. much and always appreciated my friend
In passing, the life of a butterfly is very short, seasonal to be exact. It seems that most things beautiful in nature are short lived. Sometimes human emotions are sensational only to be quick in passing. Maybe both share the same fragility.
Your remembrance of a fleeting moment, or was it more, and the symbolism of butterflies, and blue in particular, of luck, love, and hope become a very allegorical image and well structured poem. Truly a classical pairing. - Phil A.
... What an absolutely smashing review Phil, more than merely encouraging .. most gratifying too sir .. many thanks indeed .. Hope you & yours are safe and well across the Pond ...
... Neville
'Was a portion of sky with
a small diagonal crease
and a tear ….
Overflowing it was
with a million or more
jigsaw shaped pieces of
delicate blue'..
well, what can I say
I read and learn, dear poet..
what an awesome gift
you choose to share, my friend
thank you!
.......................................................... thank you L.B and truly
🙂
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