The Butterfly


Does the butterfly
Having left its cocoon nearby
In the shadow of silent evening cries
Stop in mid air
Look back and stare
Wondering what happened there?
Will the butterfly
Anguish over times gone by
Try to find out and wonder why
Its home no longer occupied
Hanging empty, sparse and bare.
Perhaps the butterfly
Is just happy and free
Flying away with never a need
To look back and perceive
What has become
Why is it so?
And if you were a butterfly
How delighted would you be?
Flying away and letting it go
And never ever needing to know
Why life dealt you such a heavy blow.
  • Author: Ameljor (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 21st, 2022 00:08
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 17


  • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

    I really like your poem ))it’s so nice if we can just let go of everything that has hurt us . A lovely writing

    • Ameljor

      Thank you for taking the time to comment 🌻😁

    • L. B. Mek

      we title and lament
      our human existence, as fleeting
      or ephemeral..
      and yet a Butterfly
      glides past us, revelling
      in its daily countdown..
      there is majesty, in acceptance
      and transcendence
      need not wat for that final blink
      we may yet taste, its yields
      if we but hover and patiently
      distil, beauty
      from nature's, harsh realities..
      (an imaginatively, searching write
      and a wonderfully intriguing read..
      thank you for sharing, dear poet
      especially like
      how kept that melancholic tone
      so balanced and light
      showcasing great poetic skill
      in my humble opinion)

      • Ameljor

        Thank you, your comment and humble opinion is much appreciated. 🌻😊

      • Crowns4Christ

        I think that would be great, if only we could

        • Ameljor

          If only.... well some of us can, it is just a matter of changing the narrative in your mind. Sadly, we are not taught this, and many suffer from not being able to let go. 😳🌻

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