Butterfly

Butterfly

A Poem by Nicholas Lacasse

Why,
oh why,
does the butterfly
fly?

How,
oh how,
does it choose where to go?
If I were a butterfly
maybe I'd know.

But I, being human,
knows not of butterflies.
But, perhaps, if I did,
I wouldn't need this guise.

She flutters,
she flouts,
she makes
my heart doubt.

She rambles,
she rages,
she captures
my ages.

She's beautiful,
she's broken,
she's utterly 
outspoken.

She wastes,
she withers,
from boys
who dither.

She is
my butterfly.
I love her
and I don't know why.

© 2011 Nicholas Lacasse


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Aack! I love it! The change in the middle sounded fine too! It just flowed and -sigh- yeah, good work! :)

Posted 10 Years Ago


I love it!! I like the rhyme in it and love the imagery
great write!

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Nicholas Lacasse
Nicholas Lacasse

Oxford, ME



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