Butterfly Published by Members Recently Online Poems
#butterfly
cater-pillers/butter-flies
an unusual fascination; fragile, fuzzy, warmlike nature....into a delicate transformation....
can't mimic such creation....no figment of imagination....yet a short term expiration....
metaphor for,"nature waving"; an artistic inspiration....
can't mimic such creation....no figment of imagination....yet a short term expiration....
metaphor for,"nature waving"; an artistic inspiration....
#butterfly
#rhyming
#art #philosophical
#art #philosophical
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Butterflies with hand grenades
#butterfly
#lover
#passion
#relationships
#romantic
277 reads
18 Comments
Butterflies with hand grenades
#butterfly
#lover
#passion
#relationships
#romantic
277 reads
18 Comments
Butterflies with hand grenades
#butterfly
#lover
#passion
#relationships
#romantic
277 reads
18 Comments
Butterflies with hand grenades
#butterfly
#lover
#passion
#relationships
#romantic
277 reads
18 Comments
Butterflies with hand grenades
#butterfly
#lover
#passion
#relationships
#romantic
277 reads
18 Comments
In & Beyond The Burial Ground Greys.. I Breathe (In) You...
viz :: Burial Ground Greyz
#love
#night
#butterfly
#spiritual
#sensual
560 reads
6 Comments
In & Beyond The Burial Ground Greys.. I Breathe (In) You...
viz :: Burial Ground Greyz
#love
#night
#butterfly
#spiritual
#sensual
560 reads
6 Comments
In & Beyond The Burial Ground Greys.. I Breathe (In) You...
viz :: Burial Ground Greyz
#love
#night
#butterfly
#spiritual
#sensual
560 reads
6 Comments
In & Beyond The Burial Ground Greys.. I Breathe (In) You...
viz :: Burial Ground Greyz
#love
#night
#butterfly
#spiritual
#sensual
560 reads
6 Comments
In & Beyond The Burial Ground Greys.. I Breathe (In) You...
viz :: Burial Ground Greyz
#love
#night
#butterfly
#spiritual
#sensual
560 reads
6 Comments
Nature Prize
Nature Prize
A forge of lightning punctured the sky-baked cloak
and the Broker of Cycle returned to the daylight moon.
Crackling through the crystal thread,
I remember
I ascended my squirmy self
up to the plane of mantids and bees.
Maybe my arms are red with their own painted eyes.
But who am I to know myself, but the thirst for the mingled froth of brightly-donned flowers?
There is a Watcher of Cycle.
It's not the Broker; for in that, the Broker appears at morning
with another thunder of instinct residue from...
A forge of lightning punctured the sky-baked cloak
and the Broker of Cycle returned to the daylight moon.
Crackling through the crystal thread,
I remember
I ascended my squirmy self
up to the plane of mantids and bees.
Maybe my arms are red with their own painted eyes.
But who am I to know myself, but the thirst for the mingled froth of brightly-donned flowers?
There is a Watcher of Cycle.
It's not the Broker; for in that, the Broker appears at morning
with another thunder of instinct residue from...
#butterfly
#humankind
#LifeCycle
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DU Poetry : Butterfly Published by Members Recently Online Poems