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Butterflies of the past
Dissolving in the darkest corner of the room,
rests my shadow.
Waiting for the darkness to fill the room.
Buried within my mind's fantasies,
there were two mesmerizing butterflies dancing to a lullaby tune.
With wings of crystal glass,
reflecting light on to the past.
And now memories of deep sorrow fill the sky,
memories of you and I.
We were mountain high in tenderness.
There were brief moments of peaceful bliss.
Just as intended the lullaby sent me a drift into a sleepy trance,
I awoke to a broken heart tragedy instead of a sweet romance.
As time went by and days went on,
Everything changed.
Even the song.
It was soon made clear as to where each of our hearts lie.
Mine is bleeding out into your hands,
and to the the crime you still deny.
Watching as the butterflies create a luminescent glow in the dark.
Images of you walking out the door illuminates the sky.
It’s a painful reminder of the now dissipated spark that there was between you and I?
rests my shadow.
Waiting for the darkness to fill the room.
Buried within my mind's fantasies,
there were two mesmerizing butterflies dancing to a lullaby tune.
With wings of crystal glass,
reflecting light on to the past.
And now memories of deep sorrow fill the sky,
memories of you and I.
We were mountain high in tenderness.
There were brief moments of peaceful bliss.
Just as intended the lullaby sent me a drift into a sleepy trance,
I awoke to a broken heart tragedy instead of a sweet romance.
As time went by and days went on,
Everything changed.
Even the song.
It was soon made clear as to where each of our hearts lie.
Mine is bleeding out into your hands,
and to the the crime you still deny.
Watching as the butterflies create a luminescent glow in the dark.
Images of you walking out the door illuminates the sky.
It’s a painful reminder of the now dissipated spark that there was between you and I?
Published 4th Nov 2021
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4th Nov 2021 7:38am
Interesting how you end the poem with a question mark. It's as if you're saying you were never really sure if there was a spark in the first place.
4th Nov 2021 10:46pm
The 3 images of the 1st 3 stanzas are highly effective for this reader:
--the diffusion of the speaker's shadow in a corner of the room;
--the butterflies of crystal;
--the refracted light flickering prism-like on the past, as pleasure in the present may do, at its most pure;
Very powerful visual work;
The 2nd part of the poem relies more on end-rhyme to carry the reader.
Enjoyed!
--the diffusion of the speaker's shadow in a corner of the room;
--the butterflies of crystal;
--the refracted light flickering prism-like on the past, as pleasure in the present may do, at its most pure;
Very powerful visual work;
The 2nd part of the poem relies more on end-rhyme to carry the reader.
Enjoyed!
