a still'd flutterd touch ~

Days rush by in languish'd recall, 

repeatedly wonder 

where you've gone

dancing heart quietly

 screams to me,

 retreated from this world 

in hushed desperation 

to all with a disparate

 blind eye's view 

 

My soul aches

 in your broken innocence 

my mind wanders aimlessly

 sweetness of breath 

expir'd too soon in suffocating 

vile secrets restraint

 

 

Remembrances in those ashen

 remains of still photographs  

nectar'd memories of life still standing 

a note to be read

 between the blurred lines 

silence'd of an inner demon 

 

A butterfly touch'd

 upon my arm 

the day you fled

fluttered by without a chase

simply made its presence 

of aw'd beauty's reality,

it held no secrets

told nary a lie

 just the wondrous

 freedom of flight

 

 

I ofttimes ponder, 

are you in that place

where dreams never die

& painted skies beckon

dreams of butterflies' 

passage

drifting amidst 

the iridescence 

of 

butterscotch

 cloudbursts

 

Author's Note

Reviews

[Vidya Bacchus]

"I ofttimes ponder,

are you in that place

where dreams never die

& painted skies beckon

dreams of butterflies' "Beautiful lines there for your sister chica.They were such angels in life that they must be exactly as you have penned it :)

[Sami Khalil]

The clouds burst in the sunshine of your words where skies beckon in dreams of that place, where butterflies want to burst from their cocoons and release those secret refrains. Those blurred lines can hide some inner demons suffocating for freedom of the new season...Excellent...:)....................

[Coyote Poetry]

A beautiful journey in your words.
" A butterfly touch'd
upon my arm
the day you fled
fluttered by without a chase
simply made its presence
of aw'd beauty's reality,"
The above lines are amazing. A sensitive journey in your words. Would be nice if life was butterfly kisses and time spend with the people we love. Thank you for the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[A. Amos]

I really like the flow and your verses are simply spectacular! As always brilliant piece of art.

[Cryingkate]

I was just thinking that cryingkate might just one more time try to mend the wounded, or at least hold their hand.
I was thinking after cryingkate's funeral that I send her to Lee and let her watch over her.
then I thought you might want to join me?
Holding on to one persons pain in hell but holding on to two peoples is eternal damnation.
This is so hard for me to write, I am so afraid I might be doing something wrong.
But cryingkate cannot stand by and see the suffering, but she must go so connie can live.
It's ok to let go. walk away from the shattered glass and start crystal clear.
We are not their keepers, God is and he can do a better job then we can.

Though I fear sending this, You know cryingkate just has to one last time......
The space ship is leaving .. hurry Sister of Sorrow , let Scotty Beam us up ! :-)
Ps you might want to read my last entry if you want to know what cryingkates Funeral is about.

[redflutterby]

Theres something different about this poem. I know the thoughts behind it have been expressed before and know the source of them. Ive read a number of your writings relating to Lee. They all have touched me very deeply. And the bare grief and beauty of them can be hard to read. As I said when I began to write this there is some subtle shifting here. I can't put my finger on it..maybe its just how it reads to me. I sit here in the sunlight on a work break sighing. Hoping you find all the answers you need hun. And sending my hugs to you..do

100 butterfly touches...x