Words dancing around
filling my mind;
words metamorphosing
into butterflies
colourful and fluttering
their wings spread wide
ready to take flight,
to land
on the blank pages of my book.
But hesitant and timid
they hover,
never settling, never still
and they fly away
away from my mind.
The pages not filled..
a fleeting thought,
a word, a line,
not captured and pinned
onto the blank pages.
Words liberated, fly away
free as the wind
free as the butterflies
never captured and pinned.
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Author:
Jay (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 16th, 2021 07:14
- Comment from author about the poem: Sometimes a thought, a line comes to your mind and if not captured and written down, it eludes me and is lost. I keep my book and pen near me and write whenever some thought comes to my mind.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
Where would we be without those fine words. Fine phrases we stitch and embroider. Thoughts into words, a challenge we accept each time inspiration flows.
I use a notepad app on my phone to capture words and phrases and most of the time compose using a word processor on laptop. For me that's so much easier than pen and paper for i am constantly making alterations.
Love the way youve composed this piece.
The old fashioned way for me, jotting down whatever comes to my mind. Ha, you should see my books, it's a mess.
Thank you Dusk 🙂 Feels good when appreciated.
So very true Jayasree, those words that come into our minds are fleeting and need to be written down immediately.
Andy
Thank you so much Andy. 🙂
Beautiful poem ) love how you have used the idea of the butterfly to speak of words which fly away
Thank you dear Rose 🙂
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