The memory of every flutter

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chasing a butterfly
   without a net

because beautiful things
    should never
be trapped

it doesn't work like that

dreams should be
   forever free

what we hold
    is the memory

of every flutter

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Reviews

[Lorry]

Zactly! We all need space to spread our wings and flutter and flit free and revisit that innocence lost from childhood.
You be a butterfly and I'll stand in garden, arms out spinning like a helicopter. If we believe enough, we will take off 😀

[Ana Papaya]

That sounds like an enormous amount of fun

[emmajoy]

' .. what we hold .. is the memory .. .. of every flutter '

Have always thought of butterflies as beautiful thoughts, the most fragile flight ~ at liberty ~ free to touch humanity, without invitation.
Have you seen a little child noticing a butterfly for the first time, flitting one bloom to another: Makes for tears. The innocence and delight.. that first time magic stroking a child's mind. We should all remember that first time. To forget, so much disappears, perhaps forever.
So sorry, that is how your brief few words mean to me, Ana, this is a poem to remember, thank you. x

[James]

I read this before, but I didn't comment. I don't know why. This is exceptional.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we are lucky to have that flutter grace us with its visit.
But we can't hold it, press it to a board
doesn't belong there...
love is best when there is no capture...just rapture.
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree dear Ana.
"because beautiful things
should never
be trapped"
The above lines. Beautiful and true. Dreams and butterflies should never be locked-in. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Einstein Noodle]

awwwwwwww so romantic, Ana! love the closing ... "...every flutter" indeed! sparks images of children and innocence ... high mountain meadows .. wild flowers .. and all those butterflies ... and .... "The Sound of Music" ;)
E.

[Cory Barrett]

The author could be no more correct. Dreams are never meant to be reality, but dreams are meant to be kept forever. Cherished, forever the jealousy of reality. Dark hair like a curtain falling into the eyes of our memory.

[Ana Papaya]

Thanks Cory!

[Ladysue]

Ana, this was so beautiful. I love the thought here of dreams being free, to float, to flutter, to change and to hold each thought in memory. A gorgeous write

[Ana Papaya]

Thanks so much, Ladysue!

[Adrika]

Well....that was very nice! I liked the concept of chasing a butterfly without a net. By the way, are the dreams being talked about here...aspirations or fancies? Because fancies should certainly be free, but aspirations are to be fulfilled, right? :)

[Ana Papaya]

Thanks for your comment, Adrika

[Patricia Wedel]

I am thinking of the Song from “Sound of Music”... “How do you hold a Butterfly 🦋 in your hand?”. “Maria makes me laugh”. The Nuns were Wonderful and Mother Superior was
kind and gracious. Amen 🙏

[Ana Papaya]

Great song. Thank you Patricia

[barleygirl]

Your brief but expressive poem reminds me of how I've looked at people with a "set" vision of how they want their life/goals to happen . . . & comparing it to how I've let life happen, my natural tendency. I couldn't plan things to save my life & even if I did, life has its own surprises! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Ana Papaya]

Thank you again Margie :)

[Gee]

Yeahhhhhhhhh, you're back :))

[Ana Papaya]

:) hope you're well Gee!

[Gee]

All good thanks, how are you