THE FREE VERSE OF THE PINK BUTTERFLY

The covetous sky commands again the submissive clouds
To spread over the ceiling of the earth
So that the flowers will be deprived of the sunlight
Then, the lovely petals will just slumber amidst the gloomy meadow
The buds will not bloom and eventually they will wither,
And the rain will wash away their beauty
Oh what a sorrowful scene!
Thunder tremors the paradise of the pink butterfly.
Lightning savages the splendor of its garden,
And extracts its pink tears.
The tears flow with the pitiless rain,
And the world is flooded with somnolence.
There is no reason for the pink butterfly to roam around.
It can only cry its pink tears,
For the entire universe will weep with it.
All will mourn because its paradise was ruptured.
Then, there will be no redolence of the pink roses,
Only the scent of death will be there
And, the pink tears of the pink butterfly will fall forever!
Oh what a melancholic pink butterfly!

Reviews

[Jonathan Bodnar]

the poem is really sad, i like it, but two lines kind of sutract from the mood of the poem:

'Oh what a sorrowful scene!' and 'Oh what a melancholic pink butterfly!"

those lines seem to evoke more of a sense of lightness rather than the heaviness i'm looking for in my contest. thank you for entering!

[Ruth]

This is wonderfully written friend. Moving and melancholic but shimmers with beauty! Poppy xx

[Emily B]

You've drawn such a wonderful image here. Even if the scene is bitter and gray.

[Carrie Montgomery]

beautiful...I love butterflies. How sad that her world was washed in such gray -ness!

[Brenda Sue]

This is a very beautiful and sad piece. Wonderfully penned. Excellent job.