Poetry competition CLOSED 2nd February 2015 8:53am
WINNER
Quill-in-Heart (Tony Pena)
Quill-in-Heart (Tony Pena)
Moths and Butterflies
Anonymous
JJJay, new enough for me! I guess I'd say "new" can be anything written in the last month and not entered anywhere else previously...
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Lunch Break
sunlight drips
like light in an open mouth
tiny daisies
sunlit centers
feather-light petals of white
like fairy lashes
glittering, verdant moss
imperial moths and butterflies
they thrive in these gentle shadows
like sheltered hearts
beating their wings
of a breathless music
pain leaves me
like wisps of fog
it slips away as a dress
slides to a woman’s feet
I start the motor
listen to its silky purr
then drive away
Lunch Break
sunlight drips
like light in an open mouth
tiny daisies
sunlit centers
feather-light petals of white
like fairy lashes
glittering, verdant moss
imperial moths and butterflies
they thrive in these gentle shadows
like sheltered hearts
beating their wings
of a breathless music
pain leaves me
like wisps of fog
it slips away as a dress
slides to a woman’s feet
I start the motor
listen to its silky purr
then drive away
DANCING WITH BUTTERFLIES
She danced gracefully
to her partner's delight
Floating like a butterfly
in kaleidoscopic flight
Mesmerizing everyone
until she was out of sight
Fractured hips she got
out of that horrible night
Heart-broken,
imprisoned in days of sorrow
The dancer in her
can't quit tomorrow
Back in the limelight,
although her moves exude confidence
While the audience watch in silence,
She can't hide
under pretentious eyes
Undeniably, her belly
is filled with butterflies
Written by EngrVV 1/30/2014
She danced gracefully
to her partner's delight
Floating like a butterfly
in kaleidoscopic flight
Mesmerizing everyone
until she was out of sight
Fractured hips she got
out of that horrible night
Heart-broken,
imprisoned in days of sorrow
The dancer in her
can't quit tomorrow
Back in the limelight,
although her moves exude confidence
While the audience watch in silence,
She can't hide
under pretentious eyes
Undeniably, her belly
is filled with butterflies
Written by EngrVV 1/30/2014
Preserves
A can of mothballs
in a mildewed pantry
with enough camphor
to eradicate Mothra
and every other beastie
bug from New York
To Tokyo.
Larvae just dust
in mother's closet
of motel linens.
A butterfly net
with moldy mesh
hangs in the mud
room beside a vest
with pockets full
of dead monarchs .
Neighbors swear
she stabbed her
husband to death
when he sold her
collection of pinned
butterflies on EBay
for a song.
Anonymous
This was a toughie! I can't torture myself with trying to pick runners up..nice work, ALL and thank you!
Congrats to Tony, at the end of the reads, his is the one that lingered heaviest.
Burningdesire, you can always add your work to your collection- I like it too and think you should add it
Congrats to Tony, at the end of the reads, his is the one that lingered heaviest.
Burningdesire, you can always add your work to your collection- I like it too and think you should add it
Anonymous
Tony,congrats,very creative inspiring poem...
