(sonnet # CLXXXIV)
CLXXXIV
Like morning glories taken flight, there's these
Quite precious little butterflies: so fair
And creamy white, just nigh their size; in air,
On wing, how silent, gaily flutt'ring tease
The fancy in sweet capers traipsing; please,
Allure with breathless charm, as flirting e'er
Enchant the captive gaze, their play oft where
Pure fantasy seems calling, dangling keys.
The vine itself can be a pest, entwined
Half-strangling other plants; a beauty though,
A darling climbing ev'rywhere. Combined
With these dear fairies, more beloved; a show
In graceful aerie dance, by them enshrined:
A playful pair of what? Love and her beau!
02Aug11
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 4th, 2011 21:57
- Comment from author about the poem: I've noticed them for several years now: wee butterflies that look just exactly like the morning glory flowers, so enchanting, as if the buds themselves had taken flight! Catching sight again, I tried a tribute, inspired by a capering pair flirting around chasing each other.
- Category: Reflection
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