Butterflies

Butterflies in your stomach

some against the wind

someone’s traveling unobtrusively

towards journeys end

panning for butterflies composed of earths little diaries

sprockets of stillness

some so flashed, mysteriously

they’ll come, and hide

or need to discover

so hard not to wonder where they go

if they have the inspiration to get there

where some of them hide

where others fly away

afloat in anxiety

make their own kind of honey

in a fluttery chain

relinquishing what is out there to suit their mood

if there’s already enough

habit of nature

in the darkness, the lightness

their softness, their brightness

spinning

more persistent in their little wings

than to land amongst the houses

in the hills

wildfire and a chance to remain in the scenery

’til the bombs of gladness

land hope

and fondness.

Reviews

[Angelgurlintheclouds]

Wow very good poem love how you really worded it

[arcandon]

thank you ver much that is very nice

[Angelgurlintheclouds]

Your very welcome im trying to figure out how to post some of mine

[arcandon]

you just go to writing tab at the top and then it will show "add writing" I believe

[Angelgurlintheclouds]

Lol thanks i found how to do it (: