Fluttering

His small, dusty body

Beat wildly at the window pane

Fighting to break the glass

Too thick for his paper wings

As I stared on, watching as he

frantically sought freedom

Flying up and down, repeating

the same movements

In a blur, I could hear his frail

attempts

And so I sighed, wearily cupping

my dirty hands

around his face

And I could feel him smile

weakly

As I let him fly away

unsteadily

into the wind

Almost failing under the pressure

but finding that blinding path

more comforting

than some cold, hard glass.

Reviews

[Jonathan De Elvira]

I feel abit sad after reading this...
I don't know, I felt like this poem reminds me of my butterfly or some sort...
It touches me deeply..

"my dirty hands
around his face
And I could feel him smile"

That line reminds me the moment I cares it n then to let it go...

nicely done...well written moonflower :)

[Crow]

I can visualize this small creatures frantic attempts, only to be rescued by a kind and gentle soul. Very well expressed.

[Bard Constantine]

I enjoyed this, because it can be taken simply as a rescue of some trapped moth or butterfly, or... looking at it metaphorically, it becomes much deeper, perhaps as a moment of solace to a struggling person, a touch or smile that does not solve the problem, but brings just that moment of comfort that can make their burden just a little lighter. Wonderful writing...

[vincentbals]

This poem has a great flow. I like it. Although it seems to be a sad experience in your life. Good luck.

Thank for sharing this.

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

How poetry is hidden in our small day to day observations.I like how you dealt with this theme.
As I let him fly away

unsteadily

into the wind

Almost failing under the pressure

but finding that blinding path

more comforting

than some cold, hard glass.
a blinding independent path is more endearing than the paths built by rules,paths which emerge and then die on cold,hard glass.

[~~~~~]

I feel sadness here, an angst for freedom, a desire to hold on. Sometimes we have to release the very thing we love most so that one can move onward and become stronger even if the path is uncertain and indirect.

[Liz]

This is really sweet, but it has a sense of sadness to it as well. I really like this.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

That is really wonderful... the images of the butterfly trying and you helping... we all need help sometimes and I love the ending as it again shows nature teaching us a lesson, there is always a way you just have to find it.

[al25]

Great imagery. And its great that you helped him smile when he was down and defeated. Very well written. Enjoyed the subject of the poem.

[Dream Weaver]

This has to be the cutest write I've read in
a long time...Flowed with the greatest of
ease...Well done.

[Norma M Sutton]

I've had to do this too. They feel so frail don't they. Nicely expressed.