Midafternoon

 

 

Midafternoon

Was the time for me to write my next line

But no lines came

Until the Butterfly came home

I anticipated making love

While the feeling was vacant

But my heart beat ever so humbly

Until the Butterfly came home

I sang for you

Holding a White Rose in my hand

But my petals will forever fall

Until the Butterfly came home

Dusk

Was the time for me to lay with you

But you didn't come home

I found a letter on your pillow

 "Farewell to Arms - Sweets to the Sweets" it read

but I knew you didn't mean it

until the Butterfly came home

As I slept with you clutched in my hand

You sifted through my fingers like grains of sand

But then my life turned to how it used to be

as I awaited the Butterfly to come home

Morning

I awoke to sunlight

But no birds to hear singing

Until the Butterfly came home

I went to release the blinds

Hoping to introduce myself to as many beams that would accept me

But to my surprise - I was greeted with darkness

 Until the Butterfly came home

No tears would fall

Although I felt frightened, I couldn't flinch

But I did dream

Until the Butterfly came home

When the Butterfly came home

She told me she couldn't stay

But she would be back

And she changed to darkness and was on her way

Midafternoon

Was the time for me to write my next line

But only tears came

When the butterfly left home

Reviews

[Dutch Jr.]

I like this one. I think you used the image of the butterfly to represent something else, but I'm gonna have to read through it a couple of times to understand it. But thats the beauty of poetry, it can convey another, much deeper message to the reader than just the words.

[deeps]

I like this I think it is very wonderful.