Butterflies

Jack Fitzgerald

No, I've never writ of butterflies-
pretty things that flit about the flowers.
I've often thought to catch so dear a prize,
but then found better use for fleeting hours.

They won't be caught and if caught can't be kept
unless their hunter's more than passing cruel.
So, watch them, watch each flower they've o'er leapt...
then watch their sick pursuers, each a fool.

For if caught, then, what then? Forever trapped?
Those tender wings would break in any hand,
they'll batter 'gainst their bars till will's full sapped.
The corpse of what once flew has no demand.

Hold anything to tightly and it dies,
but no, I've never writ of butterflies.

  • Author: Jack Fitzgerald (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 1st, 2016 17:24
  • Comment from author about the poem: As always, in progress.
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 26
  • User favorite of this poem: Angel Smileyface.
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Comments2

  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    WELCOME JACK ~ Thanks you for an elegantly penned first poem ! It is indeed a 4 4 4 2 Sonnet replete with rhyme & rhythm ! The subject BUTTERFLIES ~ complements the delicacy of the verse ! Butterflies are ephemeral and the collectors of old killed them and pinned them in glass cases. This is now obsolete because the WWW contains pictures of all the Worlds Butterflies for us to peruse. Dolly Parton's Song ~ Love is like a Butterfly ~ resonates with your poem ~ check it out on You Tube,. Thanks for sharing ~ BRIAN. Please check my poems ~ Thanks B

  • Jeff

    Very well done...an excellent write



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