The Stories

The Stories

A Poem by butterfly

Amelia what did Oakland, CA look like in 1937?
Ophelia. did drowning give you the pathway to heaven?
We will never know
The stories will never grow old
So many researchers looking for a clue
I believe you flew over the starry blue
To a place unknown no one ever dared to go before
Maybe the angels took flight under your airplane wings for divine things
She was meant for the mission
Never asked permission
I choose to let the inspiration set me free
Kiss the boys and enjoy the spree
Then find new adventures
Make a new life
even though drowning seems like suicide
there was meaning so the literary experts say
the watery suicide plunges her into the impersonal eternal female essence, works to remind the characters of her humanity and individuality.
its a little insane
Yet through the tragedy there is still another side
There is meaning reasons we couldnt comprehend
Yet the stories keep us alive
I will dream a new dream
I want to keep growing and evolving me
This is the reason some women take Plan B
We just couldnt give a decent life to you baby
Let me bear the pain
On earth it falls like rain
The bullets through the window pane
Some mysteries last always
We cant see the answer with our human eyes
We can guess in theories
We dont really know
Because of Amelia and Ophelia we are taken to the beyond
Enabled us to see in this hazy pond
Yet the news make it sound so dumb
Tell us of new photos
yet never let it be shown
Even without it the stories never get old.

© 2023 butterfly


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