A butterfly wish

September poetry number seven.

Source: bedroomfairytales)

                                                       A butterfly wish...

White lies, black lies. Somehow we forgot who we were. Once we believed we had a eternal love that would outlast time. In the loneliness of too many quiet nights. We forgot, love made us great and now I sit by the Lake St. Clair and I told her.

I am sorry my kind lady, I am so sorry my sweet love. I have turn so damn cold and I cannot feel anything no-more. Damn life, damn wars had stolen my kindness, my warmth. I try to tell you. You were my sweetest days and I am to blame. The blackness of life had stole my happiness and my wishes.

I love the Lake St. Clair and I am surrounded by milk weed and lavender. A beautiful monarch rested on my shoulder and remembered the tales I told my grandchildren. If a butterfly touches you. You can make a wish.

I watched the butterfly fly away, dancing with the wind. I told the sun, the clouds and the moving water. Please give me the strength to be kind, to be brave again.

                          Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

If a butterfly touches you, you can make a wish. What a beautiful thought. It doesn't happen often, they are too busy flitting around my garden in summer. I do recall one Cabbage White though, landing on my purple shirt. Must have thought I was a flower. Iove your butterfly wish, it sounds so gentle. Kindness is such an admirabke quality, we all need much more. Thank you Coyote. Enjoy your grandchildren.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Chris. They are growing-up so fast. They grow like weeds.

[K writes]

I watched the butterfly fly away, dancing with the wind. I told the sun, the clouds and the moving water. Please give me the strength to be kind, to be brave again.

Love this part, i hear butterflies are uplifting, this is wonderful

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Kaykey. I love the butterflies too.

[red93]

Very moving Coyote and full of sensitivity and emotional delicacy. Definitely a keeper.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Ruth]

Lovely imagery woven in this Coyote...butterflies are a magical visitor, symbolising change and living life...that blended with the aspects of life here is beautifully portrayed, a lovely balance my friend :)

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree dear Ruth. The butterflies are magical and thank you dear friend for reading and the comment.

[Patricia Wedel]

If you want happiness and peace...
sit on a Log and be very still... soon a Butterfly
will land on your shoulder... gently, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

Here in Michigan. We are planting the flowers the butterflies love. They are back again dear Pat. We must be gentle to nature.

[Kerra]

Such an emotional read, This tugs. nicely expressed

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Kerra. We must find the place, where love once lived.

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We all need that wish fulfilling butterfly...to be kinder, more gentle and loveable so as to make this earth living worthy again.I liked the serene thought shared by this poem...

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my kind friend. I agree. We need a kinder world.

[Fran Marie]

So beautifully penned ..love that if
a butterfly touches you make a wish
we all need to find our strength and
kindness once again in this messed
up world.filled with hate and venom
that steals the marrow of our bones
I like the way you wrote this one

Nice Work John

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Fran. We have to find our kindness when the world make us know madness.

[Fran Marie]

s o true John
you're welcome